Not exactly overflowing with creamy crotch sauce, WB2 leans toward the literal in its delivery of damp, raven-haired beauties. Each scene begins with a gal either showering or uncapping a bottle of drinking water upon themselves - and that's where the soggy road ends (proving, if nothing else, that conceptual follow-through is not exactly De'Nyle's forté).

Neither is subtlety, thank god. If the vid fails to deliver consistently wet brunettes, at least it delivers 'em hot and horny. Haley and Blue, two natural specimens with a hankering for rectal root canal, are the starlets pick to click in this volume. With ample jugs and a taste for pork kebob, Haley commits herself to a hotel-room relationship like a firebrand. Apparently, doggie turns her on the most, and the stud is willing to oblige, humping away like a Fox Terrier who's having his last fling before the vet's knife descends.

Violet Blue goes the action one further by adding another guy to the mix. Half the time her yelps of pleasure are muffled by a good foot of mutton- stick being jammed down her throat, but her oral partner soon realizes that she's just begging for some double penetration. The colonic cowboys are soon using three holes as revolving doors for their DNA, but most of the spooge winds up in her backdoor fuck bucket - bringing the scene to an authentically moist climax.