We have an idea for a new drinking game: every time Cytherea squirts during one of her scenes, you drink; every time she squirts more than three feet, you chug. This game is not intended for those with a low alcohol tolerance. How many times does she hose down her surroundings with her (seemingly indepletable) fountain of girl gunk in her closing bout with Brett Rockman here? Count 'em, baby - seven motherfuckin' times. Each one of 'em a veritable jet blast. What more can you say? A pre-nom for Best Couples Scene is about the best we can do.
It's also the best this vid can do, sadly. Riddled with haphazard editing and clumsy camerawork, it's a porno whose raw-energy-that-could-have-been is envisionable but almost completely absent. As terrific as that Cytherea scene is, it's due entirely to her insuppressible sexual vigor, which would be quite difficult to avoid capturing no matter how you shot it. But with all the obviously looped audio throughout the scene, could no effort have been made to edit out the crew's exclamations and asides every time Cy lets loose with another cumshot? (Though we have to admit it's pretty damn funny when she at one point sprays directly into the camera lens, and one guy yells out, "Holy sheep shit!")
We can't neglect to mention Laurel Berry's munching of a donut glazed with the spent splooge of John West (drizzled onto said donut from her own pussy, natch). But why is West suddenly banging her pussy for the pop, when up to that point he's been in her ass? Unfortunately, dear friends, we may never know.