Petite Freaks

Big things come in small packages with Petite Freaks, a video tribute to diminutive women whose tiny frames pack huge thrills—and who get huge thrills packed into their tiny frames. Comely, compact blonde Coco Lovelock kicks things off, pairing up with horse-hung soul brother Jack Blaque. Despite her pocket-size stature, Lovelock tackles the task before her with heroic fortitude, wrapping her doll face around his ebony meat mast like it’s a comically oversized Fudgsicle. Eventually, Lovelock is folded knees-to-shoulders, like a ventriloquist’s dummy haphazardly tossed into a suitcase for the next vaudeville gig, and given a ferocious fuck. The action is filmed with the seedy urgency of a concerned citizen capturing a neighborhood kerfuffle on their phone, all bright light and hyperactive camerawork. This is a raw production in more ways than one, landing somewhere between a nature documentary and a Cops episode. Maybe director Jada Stevens was going for a gonzo feel, or perhaps the budget didn’t allow for a camera tripod; in any case, know that your hand won’t be the only thing getting shaky while watching this. But don’t be discouraged by questionable cinematography. Further on in this celebration of borderline-dwarfish twats, exotic pip-squeak Destiny Cruz gets dominated by Ramon Nomar, and she bounces on his prick during a standing fuck like a finger puppet slapped on the tip of his cock. It’s almost like Nomar is humping his teddy bear—albeit an especially sexy teddy bear. Meanwhile, bite-size, doe-eyed blonde Lola Fae is the debauched version of Gwen Stefani you’ve always dreamed of. Contrary to its title—and despite some slapdash production work—Petite Freaks offers big-time fun. —P.D.R.