What do a pool table, a stripper's pole, a bookshelf and stacked bails of hay have in common? Nothing whatsoever — except for the fact that they're all crammed onto the stage where Jessica Jaymes bones Cheyne Collins. Why anyone bothers to rent a set, fill it up with random junk (often revealing movie lights in the rafters) is completely beyond our comprehension, or common sense for that matter. Yet helmer Davis seems to be making a career out of this laissez-faire approach. (Or should we say lazy-fare?)
There really isn't anything of interest to be found here for the regular porn hound, unless perhaps they have a special “thing” for one of the performers with ersatz hooters. The title has nothing to do with this generic WTW action, though newbie crank-yankers may want a peek out of sheer curiosity.
Retailing: Jessica Jaymes always sells.