Blurring the color boundary should not necessarily mean muddying the waters. For all its good intentions, IA2 comes across as a repetitious package whose energy ultimately fails to raise the roof, although it makes a few worthwhile cracks.

Britney Jay begins to receive a hot gash-whacking from an uncredited black man, but halfway into the grope she's still way too conscious of the videographer presence, batting her eyes and grinning for the camera like an American Idol hopeful rather than a sharply focused cock-hungry tramp. Alicia, on the other hand, is barely mindful of the lens because of the action happening southwest of her border. Vaginal penetration suits this slim little slut to a tee, but once Jox's beef trombone slides in and out of her ass, it appears as though she'd prefer a lobotomy with a rusty railroad spike.