Not having the advantage of eyeballing previous installments brings a slight objective advantage to reviewing this volume, which promises much by way of "Screamin' A" - and rarely disappoints. All of the ladies carry around the kind of rumps that backdoor men would die for and use them with abandon; at least up to a point. Rather than go for shorter, punchier scenes, the editing is rather loose, resulting in hot caboose action, which, like an amusing relative, occasionally overstays its welcome - but always gets invited back.
For some reason, the lighter-hued ladies take the premium seats in the house this go-round. With Justin Slayer aboard for the ride, Japan finds herself at odds with a humungous cock headed towards her ass, but her supple buttocks transcend the virtual dick-otomy for a raucously splendid sequence. Sweating like Barry Bonds at a pretrial hearing, Slayer lives up to his actionable rep and deposits a mighty stream of cum on her winking asshole.
Nautica ups the ante by taking on Marcus and James in a worthy d.p. session. With that killer booty pointed toward the ceiling, the guys need not do more than climb aboard and ride it home. James squeezes out an internal pop, which Nautica eats just prior to Marcus's facial follow-up.