Manuel Is a MILFomaniac 11

Manuel Ferrara is a real motherfucker—and if you need proof, look no further than Manuel Is a MILFomaniac 11, the Gallic goo-slinger’s latest deep, probing exploration of maternal-age muff. A tireless wang-wielder of near-heroic stamina, Ferrara brings his usual yeoman-like work ethic to this offering. The quality of mommy types on display here, on the other hand…well, that’s not quite so consistent as the performance of Ferrara’s relentless cooter rooter. Things begin promisingly enough with well-toned blonde Kit Mercer, whose sharp features, killer curves and no-nonsense hairdo define the MILF aesthetic. Her demeanor says, “I wipe up baby puke during the day,” but her body says, “I also do CrossFit and fuck like a banshee at night.” After a lengthy pre-scene tease typical of Jules Jordan efforts, Manuel wanders into the scene, and a spirited ass-huffing, twat-stuffing session ensues. Twenty-plus years into his snatch-pummeling career, Ferrara might not be a spring chicken, but he’s the Arnold Schwarzenegger of porn, always turning in an entertaining performance—with an amusing accent to boot. Aiden Ashley, a modest-titted, lithe blonde, seems a little green for the MILF category, but hey, she has a wonderfully supple ass and gratifyingly kneels before Ferrara like a Catholic schoolgirl as she takes his cum-shot like a sacrament. From there, unfortunately, the quality takes a sad dive akin to the ill-fated Titan submersible. Brianna Dymond seems mostly after-market, from her questionable hair color to her deafeningly loud tattoo work, which looks like the fabric pattern on your grandma’s old couch. Manuel Is a MILFomaniac 11 will leave you crying out for mommy at times…but not always in a good way. —P.D.R.