“Today is going to be a good day, because I am a real lesbian in my personal life, and I don’t always get to have tender, soft lady sex,” Freya Parker divulges in her title-opening interview preceding the very tender, very soft lady sex she glissades into moments later with the fabulously-breasted Hazel Moore—who in her own pre-scene confessional declares herself a “hopeless romantic.”

That generally sets the tone for everything that follows in this excellent second series entry—arriving more than three years after the original—and it’s a markedly different tone from the vast majority of what we’ve seen under the Lesbian X banner. That is to say, distinguished by gobs of sensuality, deep kissing, impassioned pussy-devouring ... and nary a toy in sight. Put shortly, we approve. With vigor.

To be fair, the movie does veer ever so slightly into the more filthy terrain typically associated with Lesbian X in the fourth and final match-up, between brunette bombshells Violet Starr and Eliza Ibarra, who incorporate a not unsubstantial amount of ass-rimming into their play. Whether or not that floats your boat, the scene is all-around plenty sizzling no matter how you slice it—not to mention the most stylistic of the bunch, aesthetics-wise.

But for sheer, palpable erotic charge, the gold medal goes to scene three with porcelain enchantresses Braylin Bailey and Lily Larimar. An absolute smoker from beginning to end.

Without question, this is one of the most grade-A collections of all-girl scrumptiousness to come down the porno pipeline this year. All we can say is, more of this, please, Lesbian X?