If you think the title is unwieldy, wait until the cocks are revealed. It's the "Oh my God, it's so...!" factor that keeps this little butt-fucker motoring along down the Hershey Highway. For what it's worth, that may be enough to justify stocking LWA. The title's missing a few key ingredients that would've pushed it up to AAA 1/2.

Most importantly, chemistry - or the lack of it - is the fundamental drawback. Mae Victoria and Justin Long bring some bun luv to the table, as do Veronica Jett and Tony Eveready. Otherwise everyone's punching that sphincter-locked time clock. Phony office space surroundings just add to the disingenuous ambiance. Then there's a slew of Davis's omnipresent off-camera directorials, telling the performers when to change positions, pop, etc. Such unnecessary vocalizations may spoil the fantasy for pud-pullers on the home front.

Retailing: Average anal, interracial and big, big dick.