Typhoon trains its one unflinching eye on the women of that lonely northern isle, where seafood is consumed raw. The absence of Al Hashimoto and his cornball California pal place this volume in the above-average category automatically.

Lots of rarefied, pure skin on display. The crystalline white epidermal coatings reveal blue veins, velvet ribs, straining collarbones and throbbing submissive tendons. Not even the thickly embossed vaginas evince any muscular resistance. Like infants, these women nurse - not suck - on the cocks set inside their mouths. They have to be shaken into marionette-like action, either by a wiggling electronic device or by physical manipulation, with their arms restrained behind their backs when taken doggie style.

Five scenes with a nice variety of positions, although the finale is only a blowjob.