Warning: don't watch this one on a full stomach. At least the parts of the five scenes that give this production from Stoney Curtis's new Lethal Hardcore company its name. Anal Cumsumption, if you can't tell, refers to the female cast hoisting down their felched ass cream pies. In non-porno speak, that means that after the guys blow their loads in the girls' butts, they shit the stuff out into wine glasses, then quench their thirsts with it. Quick, anyone got some Dramamine?
Actually, as stomach churning as it all is, Curtis is due props for pushing the boundaries of hardcore in an age when it seems there's not too many left to push. Yes, this particular gimmick has been done before, but Curtis arguably takes it to new squalid depths. Check out the fourway opener, for instance, in which Demi Marx loudly farts stud No. 1's DNA out into her glass, from which Jamie Brooks slurps it up in a straw, spits some of it back into the goblet, then chug-a-lugs it all down again. A second woodman then blows in Marx's shitter, and she felches into her glass, using a spoon to scoop the stuff out into her mouth and down her gullet. That scene alone is why we're reviewing this title in our specialty section. It really amounts to a cum fetish ritual.
The four remaining scenes - all one-on-ones - are more of the same, though none are nearly as filthy as the opener (though the funky stuff violently gushing out of Katrina Kraven's crapper in the closer is a sight to see). As for the sex that leads up to the pops, it's well energized and hard edged, but nothing really special. No, the cum is the thing in Anal Cumsumption.