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.