Tech Quality: AAA
The tape claims this is the first-ever adult production in New Zealand and that the talent are all camera virgins as well.
Maybe there's a reason for that.
Holly Watters kicks things off with an indoor waterfall/swimming pool scene that finds her alternating between two cocksmen. She's a nice looking doll with a fantastic body, though the robohooters were totally unnecessary (and poorly done). Oh, well.
Jodie Cahill and Toni King trudge their way through an awfully-edited lesbo scene like a couple of mutes going through the motions.
Kay Wolfe and William Money follow up with another uninspired scene, this one featuring some fuzzy city streets-type shots thrown in for no apparent reason other than the editor must have been as bored as the viewers will be.
At least the New Zealand scenery seen between scenes is beautiful. Too bad it's more exciting than the sex.
There are, however, still moments of redemption. Watters returns for seconds, giving the old fuck 'n' suck to Roger Thornhill. This time she keeps her sheer top on, which helps hide her busted boob job. Without that distraction things turn out pretty well. She's easily the hottest chick on the tape and the pigtails don't hurt much, either.
Things just go back downhill from there.
The grand finale is more of a grand finally, - as in, it's finally over - with Brook Adams and Harry Corne, a real-life couple, sharing a "just like in real life" scene that will move your cock just a little more than Adams' fake tits move when she is bouncing on top of her man. And that ain't much.
While the tape clocks in at a measly 82 minutes, most viewers won't mind its brevity. They'll just be happy that it's all over.