In the way John T. Bone's blow It Out Your Ass is the primer for practical ways of igniting one's butt exhaust like the Nagano Winter Olympics torch, its companion piece, World Class Ass, is almost mandatory viewing for passing the California proctological state boards. For its attention to intricate, anatomical detail, let's just say that no hole is left unattended in this bronco-busting, four star video salute to stove-piping.
If not all-world contenders, every woman's ass is, at the very least, a blue ribbon one, beginning with Savannah-esque Zoe, her puckered passageway behaving like the River of No Return as Earl Slate's gunboat sets sail in her sphincter. After the requisite Q&A session has cleared the table, Zoe accommodates Slate's imposing manhood with the whimpering tears of an amateur onion peeler. Then, once Slate slips the boundary of beyond-traditional-extremes, Zoe issues the type of primal shrieks generally associated with chimps mating in a Johnny Weissmuller flick. Signs this girl up for anal movie sound effects.
In a pre-sex interview, Jennie Lee MacKenzie discusses her ass in terms that make you want to adopt it and take it home as a pet. Acknowledging the feel of rectum-mating as "a great experience," the obliging MacKenzie takes Dave Hardman's spit in her trenches, then greatly experiences Hardman in the mother of all buttfuck positions - the sidesaddle, her copious crapper playing kissy-face with the camera lens.
In scenes that look as though they were captured in Mr. Freeze's Goth City laboratory, Kay London gets iced by Brian Surewood, while Annie Anderson, upon getting her ass greased by Dave Hardman, opens a cavity big enough for a blind man to sink an 80-foot putt.
Can anal pro Tricia Devereaux top the four preceding acts? It's a stretch, but Devereaux has to take a squat-thrusting in the shit chute from Marc Wallice to make any lasting impression. All of which should leave the viewer with the impression that Cream Productions is making world-class inroads into the fine art of buggery.