GGB continues to improve from previous volumes. The cutting is tighter, the women are hotter and the locations less generic. (For example, the opener with Crystal - a slim, gorgeous blonde - which occurs in a fancy home theater; replete with its own box office.) Film buffs will get a big kick out of this sequence as Monty receives a drippy POV b.j. from first row center. Considering the dimensions of his horsecock, a Cinerama screen would be appropriate. The sinephile fantasy unspools to critical mass when he plugs her sprocket hole from his seat. Hot buttered pop shot, anyone?

Speaking of frothy discharge, Melanie Crush whips up her own funky batch of cooze juice when she's manhandled by a pair of imposing studs. The fact that her movements are hindered by a ball gag and handcuffs makes this bone-stiffening threesome all the more intriguing. Other segments fall off the mark, but GGB's learning curve bodes well for the next installment.