It's been said many times that Europeans have a different attitude towards sex. "Uninhibited" is the word that usually springs to mind. To which we add the phrase "Take no prisoners." The cornholing in Assman 8 is carried out like a military strike: with planning, precision, good cloud cover and plenty of ground troops. The result is nothing less than a rectal D-Day.
If viewers could randomly access the tape, there wouldn't be a scene that disappointed them. The men take charge in a demonstrably aggressive, testosterone-fueled manner. Hell, they often forego the usual oral warm-ups and dive directly to the puddin' hole of love.
To Assman, close-ups rule the roost. He's not satisfied until every wrinkle, every pucker, every tiny little hair of the butthole in his sights is exposed like an open-heart surgery video. In part thanks to the verbal monster unleashed at AVN, the "gaping anus" shot appears more frequently than shots of the performer's faces. There are proctologists who've never been as close to a sphincter as Assman.
As you might expect, this is one nasty vid -- with four-finger entry, numerous re-insertions, d.p.s. and facials, No stone, so to speak, is left unturned. The only thing that holds it back from a five-A grade are Assman's dopey, all-too-frequent broken-English ad-libs, and a distinct lack of production values. We're sure the average raincoater doesn't give a crap about those anyway.
Two scenes are definitely nominations-worthy. One features a strikingly youthful first-timer with pigtails being worked on by two guys, while the other segment flips the coin to reveal two enthusiastic girls and one very lucky guy.
If your clientele gravitates towards this kind of material, they'll find Assman 8 hotter than two field mice humping in a gym sock under a heat lamp.