The fake tit A-list all stars who compose the female cast are enough to make your silicone-loving clientele think they've died and gone to heaven.
Unfortunately, they're squandered in largely forgettable sex scenes.
About the only consistently strokable sequence is Allysin Embers' heated, dirty-talking turn with some dude. The rest of the sex, except for a very brief Briana Banks d.p. and a beaut of a Candy Cotton facial, is perfunctory and under whelming.
Additional points off for director Frank Thring's path-of-least-resistance point-and-shoot style, his audible directions here and there and his decision to abort Banks' abovementioned double-dicking with no money shots.
Oh yeah, the connecting device, a storyline about how the girls use their – what else? – boobage, to stave off a foreclosure, is as fast-forwardable as most of the fucking.