Not five minutes into Max World 3, our titular character leads petite blonde Barbie Angel into the cramped lavatory of an airborne 747, where she removes her tampon and sits on the toilet, splaying wide her hairless pussy and ass before the camera-wielding Steiner, who then eagerly performs the rites for Angel's initiation into the Mile-High Club.
In the midst of the action, the captain's voice comes over the intercom, announcing the jet's impending arrival at its destination. With safety now a question should Steiner and Angel remain in the lavatory, Max makes his decision: moving quickly, he takes Angel's ass.
"I'm scared it'll hurt, mister," Angel tells Max as she rolls her eyes innocently for the camera.
"Oh, it's gonna hurt a little bit," Max assures Angel as he begins to stroke in and out of her puckered portal." But that's okay —it makes my cock feel good."
Subtitled Formula One, this third volumes in the series follows Max as he tours Europe, traveling the Grand Prix circuit. The journey begins at the races in Monaco; "Schumacher Kicks ASS!" reads the super on the screen as the lead car screams to a win and the victorious driver accepts his trophy.
It's also in Monaco that Steiner meets platinum blonde knockout Davia Ardell, and soon Max is once again above the clouds, this time with his feet planted on terra firma outside a mountain villa that overlooks the city and the Mediterranean Sea. Steiner gives Ardell one of his patented hard-core workouts; "Max Fucks ASS!" reads the super as Steiner bores into Ardell's tailpipe to the roaring accompaniment of racing car engines.
Later, Ardell kneels on a vinyl-covered office chair, which Steiner spins like an oversized lazy Susan as he alternates ramming his pecker deep into Ardell's salivating mouth and cherry-red ass.
While in Budapest, Max finds an eager pupil in olive-skinned Ildiko, who applies an aggressive tongue to Steiner's cock and balls before allowing him to shave her ass. Steiner then thrusts into her dripping snatch and now-hairless but before finishing on her face with an explosion of (Peter) North-ian proportions.
In a final "salute" to Budapest, Max stands watch over the city from his hotel balcony while a keeling Lovette gives him a quick blow job.
Steiner meets his match in Paris, where Gallic gyno-dynamo Flo takes Max's every thrust both fore and aft while crying out for more, then responds to his forcefull throat-fucking with a smile. When Max shoves his cock and four of his fingers into her pussy —she giggles!
Steiner also makes stops at the Impulse D'Oro in Bologna (where he wins an award), and in Cannes, where he eschews the mainstream film and video awards for the Hot D'Or.
"The Hot D'Or is for the kind of movies that you and I like," asserts Steiner, "where the girls take it up the ass on-camera, and not just [behind the scenes] for the producer."
Nominations-worthy editing and Steiner's familiar narrative style move the journey along at a crisp pace, while still allowing the viewer enough time to garner a feel for each locale. Near tour's end, Steiner relaxes at a sidewalk cafe, sipping his drink and watching the ladies come and go.
"They say [Europe] is a dirty place," he comments, a wicked gleam in his eye. "I'm just glad I could make a contribution."
So are we, Max. So are we.