Ay carumba, what a stale burrito! Rod Fontana pulls a wet poncho over the proceedings as he acts, directs and fucks...without distinction in any of those departments. As the auteur-wannabe he must, unfortunately, take the heat for a Pandora's box of troubles.
The wafer-thin plot finds Fontana nursing the role of a travel agent/pimp, on the trail of some money owed to him by soccer star Paco (Sergio), whose opening grope with Lopez is mercifully brief. Then we're treated to a handful of scenes where Fontana or his assistant (Darren) attempt to muscle some putas into revealing Paco's whereabouts, with the requisite results. Performed in the same obligatory style from which the dialog suffers, the action proves to be even less palatable.
Severe lighting only serves to accentuate a boatload of unattractive physical traits. Furthermore, the cameraman rarely finds the sweetest angles. For a vid dominated by chest-heavy girls, Fontana fails to show off their assets in a manner befitting the big-titty aficionado...as evidenced by the grope between Darren and Sunata, which displays a case of the rampant long-shots.
When Fontana bangs Dumore in the ass we pretty much have to take his word at it. It takes extra effort to capture a cornholing session with a hefty chick. Apparently, nobody thought to review the footage on the set. That's why they invented playback, Herr Director.
Fontana has been a very capable cockslinger in the past, and proves it again in the vid's only recommendable scene featuring Ice as his partner. With her delicious caramel skin and all-natural looks, the lady is a pleasant surprise, especially as she elevates the heat factor to a considerable degree. Unfortunately their crazed coupling is undone by a techno music track which can only be described as annoyingly inappropriate.