|Released||Jan 01st, 2004|
|Directors||Johnny Depth, Giselle (I), Justin Slayer, Betty Blue, Brian Pumper, Melanie Jagger, Shane (I), Cytherea, L G Lani|
|Company||West Coast Productions|
|Cast||Johnny Depth, Justin Slayer, Betty Blue, Lani, Brian Pumper, Melanie Jagger, Shane (I), Cytherea, Giselle (II)|
Aiming the broadest of shotgun approaches to a variety of carnal targets, BCNWG2 manages to hit the bulls eye more often than not. Consider the following elements of action: interracial, multi-partner, anal, squirting, youthful/natural girls, huge cocks - and for the grace note, internal cum shots. Now that's what we call a complete wish list.
Brimming with cocksure confidence, the guys sling more obsidian sausage than an NAACP barbeque ... and the babes, bless 'em, have an appetite to match. Unquestionably, the spotlight beams on Cytherea, who, recalling that 11th grade gymnast everyone wanted to bone in high school, is petite, barely legal and eminently pliable. In other words: well suited for a threesome with two unfamiliar rent-a-dicks who know how to bend her will, and then some. In addition to great oral skills and a highly willing sphincter, Cyth issues orgasmic juices of her own. (Three pop shots later, we can only hope they remembered to line the floor with newspaper.)
Elsewhere, Melanie Jagger and Johnny Depth experience a more intimate encounter of the anal kind. Wielding a bacon bazooka the overall size and mass of a banana republic, Depth's dick lends the scene an ambiance of jeopardy. (Please answer in the form of a question.) Okay - will that whole love log even fit up her ripe ass?
Yes, by God, if barely! Furthermore, when Johnny's cushion-pushin' requires more lubricant, Mel greases his cheek cleaver with copious dollops of drool. (For those keeping score, make sure to add ass-to-mouth action to your list of perversions.) Obviously an experienced sodomite, Melanie isn't satisfied with a missionary push in the tush, so she eases into sidesaddle position, allowing Depth even deeper access in which to dump his aching load. Moments later, it's "mission accomplished" as spunk dribbles out of her heartily-hammered brown eye.