You can do the math yourself: 10 scenes in 71 minutes. This is standard, workmanlike product that tries to compensate for the sameness of its scenes by having more of them. The sound recorder catches everything, even the overhead jet which turns out to be louder than the panting and moaning in front of the camera. Goth girl Tegan Quinn chews gum but is still able to look interested. Two-fisted Summer Storm fights to save the day with a hot scene. Casey's spectacle is short but satisfying. Admittedly, each girl is working under the handicap of trying to talk dirty while giving a hand job, busily gripping the anonymous cock in her hand tightly and talking into it like some mutated phallic microphone.