Far too often, late-'90s porn seems like one endless loop of generic, borderline-attractive girls spreading their ass cheeks mechanically for a parade of detached guys who might be more than the sum of their parts -- well, their part, anyway -- if they were able to string five worlds together to create an appropriate fuck-mood.

But none of that for Rocco, who somehow manages to convince even the most jaded viewer that every experience is a brand-new adventure to be savored -- as well as being able to pull nasty, authentic-looking performances out of his unbelievably stunning lineup of Euro-chicks. The guy simply shoots some of the hottest sex out there -- without shock-value-for-shock-value's-sake gimmicks.  Without computer-generated pyrotechnics.  Without the multitude of distractions that are used so commonly these days to hide the fact that the sex is about as passionate as a post-ECT Seconal fiend at a Marguerite Duras filmfest.

This pre-nom worthy vid finds Rocco and his friends "training" the female animal all across Europe.  Feral, blond Kelly doesn't disappoint the metaphor, as she gropes strange men, lets a group of conventioneers in Barcelona digitally explore her colon, and gives a round of intense, spontaneous blowjobs.

She's quickly distracted by fellow Brit Amanda, an all-natural beauty with wavy, waist-length brown hair, a gorgeous face and a soft, inviting body.  Kelly and Rocco bring her to a nearby hotel for a sweaty, slamming threeway, made even more interesting by Kelly's ominous words to Amanda. "No one said you couldn't choke.  No one said you'd leave here alive."  Kelly growls malevolently when Amanda can't deep throat Rocco's package, seeming so serious that even Rocco is taken aback, and whispers a warning in her ear.  Amanda, who refuses to let Rocco near her ass, at first seems quiet and reserved (especially next to Kelly, whose anal limits appear yet to be reached).  She has a wonderful way with her tongue, as it turns out, alternating swiftly between Rocco's bung and Kelly's clit; her actions put such a look of combined surprise and pleasure on their faces that when the trio indulge in a lengthy shared wet kiss, you believe it's real.

A striking group scene in a condemned building immediately follows, starring breathtaking Katja Love, Nacho Videl and three of his Europals.  Katja, who sports a shaven head and looks just like a fetish-friendly Sinead O'Conner (minus the irritating political agenda), responsively takes a variety of pounding anals, and even a couple of hard, strong d.p.s.  The guys pop all over her face and bald head; she rubs it in, murmuring to the camera, "Do you enjoy? I hope so."  Yeah, honey.  We enjoy.  Now clean yourself up and run back to your Vogue cover shoot, quick, before they realize you're gone.

Rocco and one of his dorky friends return to take a flight to the Czech Republic for the "Festival Erotiky," where each girl is more beautiful than the last.  As a beauty pageant takes place out front, the guys fuck around with a few of the contestants backstage, bringing Vanessa to a series of squirts after probing her ass.  They do a live D/s-flavored sex show, where Rocco tosses a collared and leashed Beata Dalle around and inserts a crop in her crotch and a high heel in her ass.  The audience, mainly middle-aged men and couples, sits through the show quietly, and applauds politely at the end.

The guys cap the evening off by picking up stripper-types Wild Lady and Stephanie Silver.  They bring the girls back to the hotel, and close with one of Rocco's trademark rough group anal extravaganzas.  Wild Lady may not speak a word of English, but she masters the nuances of Roccish (a language characterized by its repeated utterances of "You nasty beetch") wonderfully; taking every slap across the face, every foot stepping on her head, and every bit of choke-fucking with equanimity.