Why does Kelly Divine have something tattooed in French on her ass? Why does a producer rent a set, yet not care that the videographer destroys the illusion by shooting beyond the ceiling-less walls, right into the lights? These are questions which shouldn't be raised in a white-hot stroke vid, especially one with butt-slappin' cornhole action. Yet here we are, distracted by minutiae. Maybe it's the needlessly overlong pace.

Basically, an athletic opener with Lee Stone and Katja Kassin sets a bar which other scenes can't hope to reach. Sometimes they try — spunky Luscious Lopez and her anonymous partner, for example — but most of the time viewers will be treated to the usual stuff cranked out month after month.

Retailing: Big azz/anal filler; not much superstar value.