Carol Cummings looks like this girl I've been trying to hit on for the last millennia, and she doesn't know that I'm alive. So, by cosmic extension, I assume Cummings doesn't know the rest of the world is alive, which makes her the perfect, lyrical sexy goddess.
In this feature, sultry Cummings and company dust off the old have a lingerie and sex toy party with the addition of a couple of new wrinkles. There's a lazy susan with penis projectiles —well, you get the picture. In one sense it's more funny than erotic because Tanya Fox straddling this contraption reminds me of Quasimodo riding the torture wheel in Hunchback of Notre Dame. Then there's an up mine, up yours girl chain with Stella Starr playing caboose.
The main even pairs Cummings and Cheri Taylor as Cummings straps it on and rams the projectile but good into Taylor's canal d'amour. My main quibble is the insertion of some excess girl footage which has been videographically gimmicked to mask the identities of the participants. Sultry? Hell, no. It looks like one of those computer animated blue jeans commercials and exist only to pad out the running time. It mars an otherwise excellent all-girl tape.