Alicia Rhodes deserves an athletic achievement award for juggling a chick at the end of a strap-on with a cock in her ass. Her come-hither, cum on my face charisma almost justifies the massive length of this particular scene. With four scenes dragged across almost two and a half hours, the rhythm, chemistry and erotic enjoyment is drained. These elements could very well have been fleshed out with a tighter cut. It's as if we're watching raw footage.
The other three scenes are South American imports featuring sex-toy teases followed by interracial and/or d.p. These performers look like they'd rather be asleep. Potential is squandered by lack of cohesion between scenes, bad lighting and the gratuitous second disc of tedious outtakes, masquerading as "fetish menu" items. If you like hyperventilating male performers making constipated sounds over cold corporate technocratic muzak, this might be for you.
The DVD authoring is top of its class. The sub-scene breakdown is exhaustive, and this is great for Alicia Rhodes' scene, which provides the solitary moments of stroke value. The closing credits featuring a Brazilian chick taking a leak is supposed to be funny. It's not.