Genre: All-Sex, Couples Erotica

Date of Production: August 22, 2018

Director: Kayden Kross

Cast: Tori Black, Johnny Sins, Abella Danger, Ricky Johnson, Ariana Marie, Alina Lopez, Ella Hughes, Markus Dupree

Length: 3 Hours, 10 Minutes

Extras: Cumshot Compilation, Photo Gallery

Condoms: No

Audio/Video Quality: HD

Overview:

Porn superstar Kayden Kross directs three Vixen Angels and cameos in this breathtaking collection of four short films.

Typical of Lansky productions, Icons No. 1 sets up each scene with dialogue, voiceovers, and sweeping shots to set the stage for each all-sex masterpiece.

Each scene stands alone and is wholly different from the next. Although they all share the same Lansky meets Kross glam, you’ll experience a range of shooting and sexual styles. Sex acts however, remain in the vanilla range with emphasis on oral and vaginal sex together with heavy-petting. Enjoyable, but fans of the rough stuff might find it wanting. Toys are also absent.

Scene 1:

There’s no business like show business. Kayden Kross cameos as an actress up for the lead in an action blockbuster. It’s down to her and another actress and it’s apparent that she won’t get the part. As Kross drinks her troubles away, Tori Black dishes some tough-love and encourages Kross to sleep with the director, Johnny Sins.

But Kross isn’t interested. “You really don’t fuck enough,” says Black as she dashes off to Sins’ place. In her philosophy, everything is about sex, “sex moves us forward.” As such, she proceeds to seduce and sleep with Sins in an effort to influence him to cast Kross.

Tori Black dazzles in the lead, throwing herself into character as a feisty and frustrated BFF. Her dialogue with Kross and Sins feels less like a porno setup and more like an indie film. However brief, there’s real storytelling that encourages viewer buy-in and makes the sex scene relevant and believable.

Kayden Kross’ filmmaking is beautiful. She takes us through multiple sets with cinematic framing and has taken great care in setting the tone and time of day with expert lighting. All the little details are in place, you’ll see no clutter or awkward reflections in the background. Something so simple, yet lost on many a porno.

This marks Tori Black’s third Vixen scene since returning to the business and her pornographic prowess is at an all-time high. She and Sins run through a host of sex acts, highlighted by deep throats and a marvelous against-the-wall fuck. Sins also delivers a spectacular tease of “just the tip,” which sets Black up for amazing pussy and ass eating. But it’s her passionate performance that steals the show, just watch her face as she claws Sins’ back. This is a sex scene to remember.

Scene 2:

Abella Danger is no longer happy with her over-talkative boyfriend. As he drones on over the phone, Abella locks herself out of the house and asks neighbor Ricky Johnson for help. Our Prince Charming climbs into her balcony with a ladder and unlocks the front door. Danger is, shall we say, thankful.

Through voiceovers and her visible frustration, Abella sells the idea of being trapped in an unfulfilling relationship. Although she claims she can’t get a word in, the reality is she just can’t bring herself to break it off. It takes the valiant Ricky Johnson’s question “is this your boyfriend?” to shift her paradigm, answering “no.”

There’s something cathartic about the way Danger initiates with passionate kisses. She wants this, as evidenced by those little fucking-motions while still quite clothed. I love how her bra stays on, teasing with this will-they-won’t-they aesthetic.

Sexually, the scene develops from the flirtatious to the hardcore. Except for those deep throats, Abella exudes this sense of flirty experimentation. Her panties remain on and she takes the lead, kissing and sucking Johnson’s cock. Ever the gentleman, he doesn’t push the issue, merely accepting her desire.

But there’s this dramatic change when Danger finally takes that dick. She was playful and flirty, but this is the real deal. Fucking Johnson operates as an act of defiance and point-of-no-return for her. You can see this wave of acceptance and relief wash over her as she gains the strength to finally break up with Sir-Talks-A-Lot.

Kross captures myriad sex positions from multiple angles with her free-floating camera. With the way the light reflects off the skin, it’s like a glamours Kama Sutra crammed into one scene. Aside from some sloppy deep throats, sex acts are kept simple with an emphasis on vaginal penetration. When playing the dom, Johnson varies the pace from a hard-fuck  to soft and cuddly--a lesson in cock mastery.

Watch for emotional closeups of Danger’s soft and gleeful face, usually during the rough pumps. It’s like watching a girl experience that butterflies-in-your-stomach feeling, and you can’t help but smile. It hits you right in the feels.

For all the romance, Kross shifts gears back to porno mode by focussing on Danger’s epic ass as the sunlight gleams over those gentle curves. She saves the sexiest bits for last, inviting us to watch Danger’s wet pussy flex around that stalwart shaft.

Scene 3:

Ariana Marie invites roomie Alina Lopez to go swimming at Johnny Sins’ swanky LA home without his knowledge. He catches the two splashing about without his knowledge and Ariana steps aside to make it up to him. Some time passes, and Ms. Lopez steps out to discover that Marie’s idea of an apology is a blowjob. Marie invites Lopez to taste Sin’s cock and a threeway ensues.

With minimal dialogue, this scene is open to interpretation. Maybe this is your typical spontaneous threesome so common in the pornos. But I think this whole scene wreaks of a setup. Why is Marie gone so long? I suspect she’s buying time and hoping that Lopez will find her sucking Johnny’s dick. An observation that just might lead to triple the fun.

And look at that change in character too. Marie is just going through the motions--doing the bare minimum to keep Sins hard. She’s just buying time. And then Lopez wraps her lips around that johnson with Marie watching intently and hopefully. Lopez starts off timid, but gives this smile that says “hey, this is great.” Knowing that her fantasy threesome is becoming a reality, Marie gets extra sexy.

Alina Lopez lights up the screen with her unforgettable performance. Special emphasis is placed on her well endowed tongue as she tongue-fucks Marie’s face and laps up every drop of juice from said pussy. Cum lovers will rejoice as she devours Sins cream and snowballs it into Ariana Marie’s eager mouth. But it’s her emotion and those devilish smirks that will have you coming back for more.

It’s hard to pick a favorite moment. Everything is so beautiful and put together, but it was a delight to see the whole sequence with Johnny Sins pumping Lopez from behind as she gently feasts on Marie’s firm body.

Watching Sins fuck Marie prior to the pop is magical, mostly due to Lopez’s delight. She’s a lot like Kenna James in a threesome, always pausing to take it all in. She beams excitement as she observes each penetration, like she can hardly believe that it’s real.

Scene 4:

Markus Dupree plays a cold Russian oligarch and art collector in this Fifty Shades inspired ode to domination. Dupree stands for everything curator Ella Hughes hates, but there’s an inner attraction that she acts on during his last day in the States. Deep down, she wants to be dominated, and Dupree is happy to oblige.

“Tie Me Up Please” straddles the line between art and porn, widely. In the first act, you have the sexually explicit art film that frames and develops sexual tension, although sometimes hitting it a little on the nose with that voiceover. It develops into an expression of sexual dominance with BDSM themes and a beautiful mix of lighting, hair and makeup.

But as the sex continues, the film becomes an example of elevated gonzo pornography. The characters disappear and the viewer is left with the spectacle of two beautiful people baring their souls with the full might of their sexuality.

Camerawork remains fluid and intimate. You can feel a sense of bliss and then sudden excitement in the static-then-jerky motions of the lens. It follows the gonzo formula without sacrificing framing and angling.

Dupree plays the dom with continuous hard-fucking that Hughes eats up! Watch her skin glow crimson as her hair while those nips shine like diamonds!

And then there’s that attitude. Easily the coolest sequence is this moment where Dupree kicks a chair across the room. It’s so dynamic as the camera shifts to a view of a nude Ella Hughes crawling forward against brilliant natural backlighting. She wraps her mouth around his swollen cock and receives a thorough face-fucking.

It doesn’t end there. He rolls her over, head on the hardwood floor, and Ella is fucked senseless in doggy. There’s something very Jacky St. James about it, no doubt an inspiration for Kayden Kross’ evolving style.

Final Thoughts:

Icons No. 1 is a what an all-star, all-sex showcase should be. Each of its four scenes blend tension and desire into an explosion of infinitely rewatchable art-smut.

At three hours the film may feel a little long, but each second feels necessary. That’s not to say it is unedited. You can tell that Kross and crew slaved over this one to piece together the perfect puzzle of story and lust.

The whole thing is beautifully shot, delivering that sort of high-budget glam that we’ve come to expect from Vixen’s productions. Kross’ attention to detail is impeccable. You won’t see clutter, unmade beds, or any of the other triggers that give porn connoisseurs nightmares. And naturally, the sex is on fire.

Special features are lacking, which is becoming more of a general critique of the industry than any specific studio. You’ll find the usual photo gallery, cumshot compilation and an advert for Vixen’s website.

Icons No. 1 is loads of fun. Although it builds story and relationships while committing to the art-porn concept, it doesn’t take itself too seriously. Great porn is ultimately about great sex, and Icons No. 1 has that in droves! With each viewing I found myself experiencing it differently: on the edge of my seat, or cheering, or lusting, even tearing up at Abella Danger’s gleeful (and sexual) catharsis.

Do yourself a favor and watch this one today. Highly Recommended.