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Starring: Hyapatia Lee, Cindy Carver, Carla Lott, Kay Parker, Eric Edwards and Ron Jeremy. Directed by: Bob Chinn

It’s purtee Cherokee porn princess Hyapatia Lee all over (and in-between) in her latest adventure SWEET YOUNG FOXES. And if the movie is somewhat of a dog, so to speak, Hyapatia saves it from the kennel with her multi-sex talents and oh-so-betwiching Mohawk-shorn pussy – the most tasteful in porn. Oh yummy!

The plot, as noted, could have been improved upon. But the slam-bang sex action, with Hyapatia nearly always in the middle, makes this a movie you have to see to believe.

For the Record, Hyapatia plays Laura, one of the three Valley Girls who are footloose and cuntloose at the end of Freshman year. the other gals are Kim (Cindy Carver) and Maggie (Carla Lott). Scoring with cute guys, while awaiting college exam results, isn’t the most important thing for them. It’s the only thing.

“Dear Diary,” writes Laura in bed, as her other hand plays with her chocolate titties. “Today I finished my freshman year at Harvard…” But Laura’s mind keeps slipping to her college boyfriend Alex. “Boy, did he know how to eat a pussy!” she recalls.

Laura’s hand reaches under her skirt and between her creamy thighs – and you know what’s coming. Letting her fingers do the talking, Laura imagines Alex’s tongue flicking in and out of her sodden private lips. She slips off her wet panties and masturbates with more ardor, as Alex’s mouth (in her imagination) sweeps her Mohawk-shorn (though Cherokee bred) clit and salmon-pink slit – the most delectable piece of sex cuisine you’ll ever see on a screen. As Alex licks Laura flips, getting wetter and wetter. Laura eats Alex’s cock before he introduces it into her hot fuck hole. In moments she’s coming, in fantasy in fact, as her fingers strum her labia. “Oh wow,” sighs Laura, her diary forgotten, her clothes a mess. “With Alex away in Europe, a gal’s got to make out the best way she can…”

We switch to Maggie, who with her silly chatter and slightly prudish attitude, represents the worst of the Valley Girls, but the best in terms of a quick lay. So thinks Mark (the ubiquitous Ron Jeremy) her latest date. Mark sees through Maggie’s superficial facade to ultimately penetrate her fuckable rear arcade. He plies her with Scotch.

“I don’t drink alcohol, do you have any pot?” asks Maggie.
“Don’t touch the stuff,” says square Mark. “It’s no longer chic.”
“Is alcohol chic?” asks Maggie, belting down her drink. “Hey, this Scotch stuff – it certainly goes to my head.”
“And cunt,” finishes Mark, diving between Maggie’s legs while massaging her feet.
“Hey, what are you doing?” asks Maggie. “If you want to fuck, stop all that foolin’ around.”

But Mark prefers to munch on Maggie’s freshman cunt, sending thrills up her spine as his long tongue drills into her snatch. He follows this with a long cock up her asshole for some rear-end delights.

All sorts of action starts popping when the foxes attend an exclusive party in the Hollywood Hills. Laura is the first to score when she runs into an old friend from high school. Though she had a big crush on Alan back then, she was too young for him. Now she’s just right and Alan can’t wait to test the depth of her warm wet throat with his huge veiny fuckpole. Taking her into the privacy of the kiitchen, Alan lays Laura on a table eats her hot hors d’ouvres right off her sizzling crewcut crotch.

“Oh wow, fuck me baby,” cries Laura, hot as a griddle.
“This was worth waiting for,” says Alan, ramming it in.

Elsewhere at the party, Miranda – the hostess with the mostest in terms of all-round sexuality – takes a fancy to Maggie. She shows the blonde girl, now high on Scotch, a few things on the art of eating pussy on the rocks.

“Let me show you why a woman can eat pussy better than any man,” says Miranda, parting Maggie’s rosy pussy lips and giving her clit a few hot licks until Maggie’s magic button starts to spark. Kim, after a slow start, runs into handsome hunk Gregory (just call me Greg) who sizes up the shy co-ed in a hot glance. Pretty soon, he’s licking her toes and running an exploring tongue up her legs to where the wetness seeps through her panties.

And so it’s a happy ending for all the sweet young foxes in a movie that’s almost plotless but always entertaining – thanks mainly to Hyapatia.

Produced by: Elliot Lewis for Caribbean Films