While not consistently inspired or energetic, there's just enough wankable raunch to give Shove It Up My? superior props. Like partner Skeeter's catalog, Bridgette's work is filled with cig-smoking, fetish clothes-attired super-whores partial to the deep gape boogie.
In order, the five scenes feature Olivia Saint/Melanie/Alex Sanders (maybe the rude moment of the entire production is Melanie eating Sanders' spent scum out of Saint's shitter); Shy Love (a statuesque sight in thigh-high, red patent leather boots)/Ben Bratt; Jamie Brooks/Bad Bob; Demi Marx (a surprising dynamo)/Scott Lyons; and Bridgette/some new English dude.
Throughout, Bridgette, who introduces each scene, is a vision of Perfect Ten Babeness, nowhere more so than in the closer, garbed in form fitting gold lamé that showcases her faultless bod faultlessly.
Pre-nom the Love and Marx scenes for Best Couplings or Best Anal Scenes.