The Barfly is a bar where inhibitions melt and strangers share the strangest stories. There are no secrets at the Barfly. And it is no secret that when a director like Michael Raven gets his hands on a star like Devon, anything can happen. And it does.
We’re guessing this film dates back about two years, to before Sydnee Steele went under contract to another company and shortly after Samantha Stylle had broken out of her “tushy girl” persona – and before Michael Raven settled in to directing for one company exclusively. This time frame is meaningful, because it dates from before Raven’s mega-hits of the last couple of years, and while this movie is decent, it shows little of the imagination which Raven has demonstrated since. — AVN
The story is difficult to comprehend; it revolves around the sexual exploits of patrons of the Bar Fly bar, an establishment that hosts both the elite of society in softly-lit enclaves and in another area, a wooden slab for the two-fisted drinkers that are more in keeping with the club’s name.
Best of show is the threeway where Sydnee Steele and Devon double-team construction worker Evan Stone. After the gals alternately blow Stone and sit on his face, Devon straddles his loins on a mansion’s grand staircase. Mish follows, with Steele rubbing Devon’s clit until Steele gets her turn to ride him in reverse cowgirl… and Devon gets to ride his face. Finally, Steele allows him to take her doggie-style, then lies in wait beside Devon for Evan to spew on both their bods.
