With a broad, pleasingly asymmetrical mouth, Aimee Tyler looks game for sucking some Mr. Dickie. Instead she lights up a cigarette. Sure you can get into a whole Freudian thing about the aroma of tobacco being a substitution for the nauseating balm of seminal discharge, but why spoil the moment with conversation-stopping intellectual analysis? Aimee, oblingly, also plays with her clit and shoves a toy in there, but it's her other lips we find spellbinding to look at. For it's a mouth locked in the readiness to bite the tough meat of sexual resistance; in other words, a mouth that can only be quenched with some Mr. Dickie. But we're probably boring you with these overly astute observations.