You know what kind of sex we resent watching? The kind where initial penetration shots, particularly up the ass, are obscured. The kind where the female performers fake their climaxes, or rest their heads on their hands and wait for the guy to finish. The kind where the same damned motel room is used for scene after boring scene.

With this kind of line-up, it did surprise us when a light-skinned woman appeared to enjoy her ride on Tony Eveready's baloney pony. Too little, too late.