I truly admire Jules Jordan. He has an uncanny eye for shooting exactly that which strikes deep at the heart of the primordial male libido, capturing a certain sexual je ne sais quios that, well, defies description. And, having viewed my fair share of adult fare over the decades, I’ve come to the conclusion that this mysterious mojo with which Mr. Jordan’s scenes are imbued has nothing to do with the purposeful visual contrivances of his glossier peers but flows instead from a visceral, almost preternatural understanding—call it love—for his subject matter; namely, ass.

Unlike creating, say, porn parodies, his style is not something that can easily be aped, if at all. Just as no one can ever quite duplicate the breathtaking grace of a Michael Jordan jump shot, the gorgeous malice of a Francis Bacon painting, or the measured insanity of a Keith Moon drum solo, so too is there an inimitable quality to the way Mr. Jordan lingers lovingly and longingly over a freshly waxed anus.

Jordan’s skills are hidden in the fact that he makes something very difficult look very easy. His formula rarely varies: girl teases camera, girl walks (or crawls) into a room of waiting dudes, girl gets porked relentlessly. And yet his simple set-ups are often stunningly erotic because of his attention to detail—witness a blindfolded Steve Holmes as Kristina Rose uses his face as a Laz-E-Boy. The ass-straps donned by Lisa Ann before she takes on Erik Everhard and James Deen in her first d.p. serve no other purpose than to make her cheeks all the more desirable. And though he shoots some of the best anal out there, Jordan sometimes outdoes his butt antics with the perversions that lead up to them. 

Jenny Hendrix has never looked better as she does here, her face and mouth laden with glistening strands of saliva and pre-cum as she hypnotically devours three cocks in a blowjob sequence that could be a scene on its own. (Ironically, she appears less than enthralled with the three facials that cap the scene, but by that point she has already delivered such a stunning performance that it hardly matters.) 

Amazingly, every single performance here—from Phoenix Marie’s endless rectal capacity for toys to the Sarah Vandella anal deflowering to the utter perfection of Alexis Texas’s globular cheeks—is absolutely flawless, making it the best so far in the Ass Worship series. It is a series, thanks to the joyful obsession of its creator, that truly lives up to its name.