Dark stage.  Nine guys, naked, stroking, surround an empty chair.  Frank Gun enters, fully, dressed, leading a blindfolded Bobbi Bliss.  She sits in the chair and the guys approach her.  She licks, strokes, sucks the guys' cocks. Bliss moves from dick to dick, stroking here, sucking there, effortlessly deep throating a hard dick, urging a flaccid one to attention.  Soon she's out of the chair, on her knees, moving from one man to the next.  Eventually she's on her knees on a cushion, getting a nine-spurt salute to her kisser.

Then it's Gun's turn.  She devours him, yanking down his trousers and gobbling his dick until he blows on her outstretched tongue.  End.

Director Ray Anderson re-stages the action at regular intervals, keeping the eye interested.  He also wisely keeps the camera out of the way, back from the performers, using zoom lenses to get close when he has to and frequently cutting to an overhead camera.  Best of all, he knows when to pack it in, at a touch over an hour.  Editor Victor Raskol masterfully edits together close-ups, long shots, atmospherics, stutter-edits, and superimpositions into a unified whole.  Pre-nom.  Also, pre-nom for Best Oral Feature.