There's a cheap tawdriness to this collection of four anal-heavy scenes that shouldn't be there. The performers seem to possess more talent than they are showing; the lighting is dreary, the editing shows mistakes, and the overall look is lifeless. But there is some skill exhibited that could have been pushed further by a better director, whoever that was.
Tyla Wynn still proves herself to be somewhat of a cock sucking queen, swallowing Sascha's meat with no problem and savoring every drop, though her fucking comes off as awkward and uncreative.
Paul knows how to make Flick Shagwell's asshole feel good, though this could be because he's been on the receiving end of such activity in his own gay releases. It is nice, we must say, to see the crossover in talent.
And Allison Wyte's closer is average stuff at best, until she turns the tables and winds up fucking him strap-on style after he's plugged her holes. Still, however, it never quite managed to shine.
Retailing: For your anal area.