This tape starts with a fun premise. The scene is a massage parlor that has run out of oil, but has found a sexy yet sticky substitute in chocolate sauce. You would think having rich chocolately goodness dribble over your back, your butt, and in your crack, and then having it promptly licked off and rubbed into your skin would be cause for moaning and ecstasy (not to mention pimples! - Ed.).

Instead it delivers a largely ho-hum response from unidentified talent that seems bored by the whole affair. Not only that, but midway into a couple of scenes, that talent is magically cocoa-free. It all looks good and had promise, but instead of generating heat, a coolness is produced that fails to invigorate this effort. Plus, the poor sound makes it difficult to hear the exchanges between partners.