(Not So) Extreme Sophia, But We’re Good With That

Extreme Sophia climbs the carpeted stairs of her duplex, her mouth half open with a dreamy look that is supposed to suggest nymphomania and sex fatigue. All I can think is: I have seen this duplex. "Follow me," she says to us, and then proceeds to look at a magazine. Tease. A collection of vignettes previously released on the web, "Extreme Holly Goes Solo" is an interesting document of solo porn culture, the type of low-overhead material shot in areas of the country (Arizona, Nevada, Florida) where the condos are redolent of tanning spray and the talent all have strong legs (they are dancers) and vocal fry from hustling lap dances. It occupies a venerated place in my heart, because I think: when I was in college, people like Extreme Sophia would have had her hands full slinging dollar beers but today she has a duplex and expensive boobs. With chapter titles like "Fucking a Sponge," the movie isn't Belladonna/Bridgette Kerkove-level extreme. Instead, Sophia is reminiscent of Memphis Monroe and Kayden Kross in her blonde and well-proportioned wholesomeness. Of course she's only fucking a sponge. Similarly she fucks a hairbrush and a Barbie knockoff. Would that she'd also fuck my Griffin iCurve! Now that would be extreme. Especially if I was using it at the time... After a distracting hair-color change (the movie's scenes were shot over a few months), Sophia inserts plastic cutlery into herself. Still not so extreme that she wouldn't be welcome at the GawkerMedia family picnic, which is good, because I'd be uncomfortable if she was the attention-seeking type. Anyway, it turns out the duplex was not the same as the one in which I'd met Kiara Marie. The walls were different, as were the railings. I guess I'd become engrossed with the carpeting. · Pink Visual (pinkvisual.com) · Buy "Extreme Sophia Goes Solo" (gamelink.com)