Talk about daunting… how does one compare sixteen
blowjobs? To a summer’s day? To a partridge in a pear
tree? It’s near impossible a task to describe, without
sounding like a Xerox of a fax of a carbon copy.
Lookit—they’re all good.
Some are great, some are average, and the whole point of
describing each is pretty meaningless, except to say that for
the customer who gets off on male-P.O.V. oral action, no tape
in the world is going to do the job better. That customer
won’t care how mechanical or hot which ones are. As
long as the goop goes flying in the faces of the performers,
this series is virtually bulletproof.