There's something about this tape that harkens back to the simpler days of porn - whenever those were. No plot. Not even an attempt at a plot nor continuity beyond the fact there aren't any women here whose hair is anything other than blonde.

Lee Stone gets sucked and fucked in some sort of storage room by a businesswoman who sheds her clothes like a snake sheds its skin. Then a couple make use of a velveteen wingback for their acrobatic fornication. Next, the altar in what appears to be a dungeon (hey, there's a skeleton in a coffin, so it seems a good guess) gets a full body workout. In one of the hottest and best shot scenes, L.A. does a sexy strip for her respectably dressed sweetie while tribal music plays. Then they retire to a purple couch to consummate their passion.

Sunset and Stone bring the tape to its sorta cheesy closure by getting it on in a small dining room near the refrigerator. Minimalist porn, for sure. Sometimes grainy with what little dialogue there is being hard to hear. Yet, its retro feel has its own charm.