As a parody of exercise videos and infomercials, the first fifteen minutes of BBW2 is pretty funny, what with Peter North as the overbearingly enthusiastic "buns trainer," and Jon Dough as the obnoxious, "self-made" host.  Four solid ham-slappin' sex scenes manage to keep one's attention from straying from the one-joke premise, which is stretched further than a horse-drawn taffy pull.

Almost as much ink has been spilled in describing Peter north's volcanic eruptions, as the lava launches themselves. Once again, he slides his prodigious shaft up J.R. Carrington's ass with the precision of a fine-tuned instrument, where the geyser of goo overflows her rectal rim and drips steadily south past her meaty pussy lips. Too bad her bikini seems tattooed on during most of the scene.

North also scores high marks in a four-way with Nici Sterling, Wild Oscar and Heather Lee.  Although Heather doesn't give up the booty for North (a curious move, considering her reputation) they manage to raise the erotic ante just the same.  Nici's British bunghole is subject to a snap drill inspection by the Wild man; and her delicious spooge swallowing almost makes one hungry themselves.  Almost.

The token lesbian scene, this one being a four-way waterfall lickfest, is visually stunning but it comes across like Pirates of the Caribbean -- a picturesque, but obviously robotic tourist attraction.

A new name to remember is Missy; a lovely, petite vixen whose innocent features barely suggest the appetites of a sex-starved animal. But untamed she is; and one doesn't even notice that her tight little tush remains unpeckered by Dough or St. Croix.

Retailers can honestly recommend BBW2 for hot rump-humping, smooth videography (by Frank Marino) and an eye-catching location rather than cerebral interplay, and your customers will thank you.