Keeping in mind that nobody's running a Miss Black America pageant here, this assortment of motel room quickies delivers an adequate if somewhat undistinguished punch - especially if your customers have a hankerin' for thick ass ham. Shy and Idol find themselves at the mercy of Wesley Pipes' immense meat stick, but it's his never-ending string of salty language that rescues the scenes from the black hole of obscurity.

Speaking of brackish business, the never-so-aptly named Juicy virtually exudes sweat and pussy lather. Awash in her funky charms, Weed slips into high gear and grinds her a good one, blasting his load on her glistening belly. Viewers who enjoy the hirsute look should expect to fire off a few rounds when they get a gander at the steamy morass growing in her pits and crotch.