Thrillsex would be considerably more thrilling if the five couples doing the nasty in such public places as a supermarket and a commuter train were actually in some danger of getting busted.

The vid's makers would have us believe they were. But any viewer with even half a brain can tell that, with the possible exception of a sequence shot in a park, there's little -- if any -- such risk. That's cuz the producers have obviously taken pains to ensure that only other cast members posing as John Q. Public types "stumble" upon the action.

Oh well. Nice try anyway.

Having dispensed with the illusion, however, what are we left with?

One pretty damn hot scene in which up-and-coming hellcat Kendra just smokes the camera as she takes Brandon Iron and David Steel inside her various orifices amid the fresh veggies section of the aforementioned grocery.

Nothing that follows can compare, though Zasu gives it her very loud all in scene two, as she sucks Wilde Oscar and fucks Earl Slate in a deserted - repeat, deserted -- passenger car.

While the sex and the performers in the remaining three scenes are more pedestrian, the locale of one of them is anything but. It's the roof of a building in the Los Angeles International Airport landing pattern, where descending jet after descending jet can be seen flying through the same frame that contains the fuckees.