Proxy Paige, one of the more wild-ass directors, commandeers some of Europe’s hottest performers and locations, like an authentically bombed-out Soviet bunker, for this cross between a war, sex and espionage movie. Entertaining music, effects, locations, wardrobe, props and more heat up this cold war. Kinda like a Mission: Impossible meets Commando, with Boris and Natasha accents.

Paige's charges are ordered to “infiltrate, penetrate, abduct and detain enemy forces,” and there is a whole lotta penetrating to be done in the trenches, with all scenes involving groups of three or more.

Spy Isabella Clark is sent to wring out information from captured pilot Michael Fly. She is thwarted in this assignment when he's rescued by the rest of his squad: Damien Soup, Antonio Black and Angelo Godshack. They decide to interrogate her instead, and use their cocks instead of truth serum. Fortunately, Clark is as resilient and she is compliant, and appears to thrive when her ass is examined by three cocks at once, all very, very tightly and simultaneously squeezing into her backdoor as the fourth guy, Black, plunders her throat. It ends with a tender Clark in a blowbang and open-mouthed facial. She undoubtedly knows how to keep state secrets ... and swallows the evidence.

Misha Maver proves to be a real seductress and easily picks up Black and Soup on a park bench for some fun and games in her room upstairs. It turns out that spanking by Soup gets her off, leaving her rear beet red. The guys then hit her up for a double anal, gaping and a facial.

The other two scenes continue this spy vs. flyboys assortment of espionage scenarios, as east meets west via connections found in rectums or other orifices. Kudos to Paige for these scenes where the victors do whatever nasty thing they want with the spoils.  Recommended—a must see.