Faces are just another sexual organ in this closeup-happy, all-action fisting feature. They’re usually buried in a crotch, either blowing Lattimore’s black cock or eating out white Mills or Tucker’s rosy holes. But from the glimpses we get, everyone seems handsome enough. The color is limited, the lighting’s too hot, and the hand-held camera is shaky. Lattimore’s hairy belly and breasts sometimes seem covered in fake fur, and bodily details of the bottoms now and then wash-out entirely, but the energy and passion of the performers atone for those faults big-time. Lattimore gets his naked, Criscoed fist into Mills about thirteen minutes in. He’s as gentle and considerate as it’s possible to be when doing that to someone. The limited color makes Mills’ hole, when fisted wide, look rather like liver, but it’s remarkably active and will remind you of monsters in sci-fi movies. Lattimore’s hands go in and out alternately easily. Half and hour in, Lattimore fucks, his tit-rings glittering. He comes on Mills’ face in bed, then pisses on it in a bathtub. With Tucker, they skip the cocksucking and get right to fisting — with gloves and also a dildo and big balls. Tucker’s anus is less grotesquely flexible than Mills’, but Lattimore gets way deeper into it, in nearly religious silence. He puts his ear to the gaping gut-end. He fucks and comes in white mouth, pisses on the man in bed.

RETAILING: Interracial fisting, dildoing, and pissing make up for low-tech.