POSSESSION SYNOPSIS
When rumors of strange phenomena begin to surround a local cemetery, a college coed investigates. As she delves deeper into the mystery, she finds herself transported into the lives of the local 'residents'. Soon, it's discovered that these locals have a passion for pleasure and a flair for fellatio! In her supernatural sojourn, this graduate student engages her mind and body with some high-octane bone-bouncing atop her very own possession...

POSSESSION REVIEW
Possession heats up slowly, and is initially reminiscent of soft-core porn, but not to worry, this is only a temporary condition - when it gets hot, it gets hot like lava. As is the problem with most plot porn, there is too much early plot and not enough early pussy. That, and also porn stars are not actors - porn stars are people who get paid to fuck on film. I guess you could count fake moaning as acting, but I like to think of it as exaggeratory improvisation. After the story set-up, scene one begins with the first two stars (Nevaeh Ashton and Cheyne Collins) in old-timey garb, having tea and biscuits in the park and talking about how much they love each other whilst a clarinet plays a cheesy little jazz ditty just for them'. My personal opinion is that there's no room in porno for lines like I love you' or you make me soooo happy' - I don't care what the story is, it just doesn't make sense. Regardless, as they start getting busy, all you really see is titty (with just a hint of pussy), and then finally, thirteen minutes into the film, there is the first glimpse of pink. Hallelujah. Next, the beat drops and the music starts swinging. Then, the pants drop, something else starts swinging and Nevaeh plays the skin clarinet like she's been practicing all week for the school recital. (Note: You can skip almost directly to the recital if you want, and there is always the option to skip to the money shot, if necessary.) In a later scene, Olivia Del Rio, Joel Ray and Carmen Luvana don't waste much time talking before getting to know each other a little better by the pool. First, the girls take turns applying fresh coats of saliva to Joel's pole. It's too bad that the music alternates between a tolerable porn-rock tune and a bastardized version of the Sesame Street theme song. It's not like anyone's watching porn for the soundtrack, but it just doesn't seem right to see someone giving head with sunny days' playing in the background. Anyways, whe