Dull, plodding porn. The girls strip, get fucked in two or three of the usual positions, and then catch a facial. It all becomes a blur after a while, with no real passion or egregious kink to draw the eye. And then .. there they are. Digging at a screen-filling choco-coochie, big as life and twice as scary, are ten talon-like acrylic claws at the ends of Spantaneeus' fingers. Even worse, they're painted like a Whittier Blvd. lowrider, with a deep lime green gloss shot through with silvery candy flake. It's a preternatural, unforgettable sight. Sadly, it's just about the only thing memorable about Pure Chocolate 2.