If the spirt of the Roman gladiators lives on, it's in the form of Rocco Siffredi (of course, most of the Roman gladiators weren't actually Italian, but that's beside the point). This warrior doesn't keep track of this kills, though. Instead, he loses count of his conquests as women from all over the world fall before his mighty Mediterranean sword. Thank Bob he gets it all on tape.

Okay, enough superlatives. Fact is, Rocco makes some of the hottest, nastiest gonzo porn around. Not only do Siffredi's titles sell well in almost every market, they also tend to feature never-before-seen girls with amazing, natural bodies and voracious sexual appetites. Of course, that's not to say Rocco's stuff is for everyone. The fucking in his tapes also has a tendency to skirt the edges of U.S. legality (often, you know there's pissing or fisting going on, but the tape is edited so you can't see it) while blowing past the boundaries of political correctness. Most Siffredi excursions have more than a hint of dominance and submission. This is rough, sweaty, hot, violent screwing, which is just the way the participants want it, women included.

When Rocco Meats Kelly follows Rocco as he holds a casting call of sorts at a British talent agency. The details are unimportant, which is good, because the odd, echoing audio at the beginning of the tape, combined with performers who are working at English as a second, third, or even fourth language, effectively eliminates any chance the viewer might have of catching the details.

Luckily, the necessary plot elements become plenty clear as Rocco and his pals begin plowing the furrows of every girl who stops by the agency. The fist pre-nom comes in the person of Ann-Marie, a zaftig brunette from italy who mange to fuck both Omar and then Rocco to a panting, sweaty standstill, all without taking off her crucifix.

The next girl, Terry, who's all of eighteen, has one only desire: to fuck as many black guys as possible. Immediately, four hung ebony studs appear through the door, and Terry has more dick on her hands than you would ever imagine she could handle. It isn't long, though, before she has all four them compete fucked out, leaving them panting after having emptied their balls onto her upturned smiling face.

In the scenes that follow (there's not a loser in the lot) an assortment of guys wander in and out of the agency, each getting his own piece of one of the cheeky young beauties who are there for precisely that purpose.

The final scene with Rocco and Kelly is astoundingly intimate. Siffredi is totally into her, and it shows. They actually make a good pair. All through the scene, a quiet power struggle for dominance is going on. Rocco spanks her, and then beats her ass with his belt. She responds by threatening his cock with a hairbrush.

One thing that sets Kelly apart from most aspiring porn girls is her unwillingness to play the nymphomaniacal sycophant who groans at every slight touch. At one point, Rocco asks, "You like to suck dick like this, don't you?"

Kelly stares at him for a moment, thinks, and then replies, "It's all right, isn't it." It's this honesty that makes Kelly's cries of passion while Rocco takes her ass all the more affecting. She wants it, which is what it's all about.