As he’s vigorously skewering her petite, oil-slicked ass, Mark Ashley says to Tori Black, “Look at you, baby—earning your fucking money today, aren’t you?” Though she doesn’t even frown, one can’t help but wonder if she was tempted to say, “Damn straight, dude.”

Black isn’t the only gal here who looks like she’s working for every penny. After her cheek-shaking tease, Monica Santhiago takes a fierce ramming from Toni Ribas and David Perry. But her efforts don’t compare to those of Tory Lane, who tackles Steve Holmes, Mr. Pete, Toni Ribas, John Strong and Mark Wood in varied combinations, even getting her feet in on the action. Busier than a one-legged woman in an ass-licking contest, she’s able to work over all five at once using all three orifices and both hands. By the end, she’s glazed in cum.

There’s just as much oil but an easier time for the ladies when terrorist investigators Courtney Cummz, Sophie Dee and Juelz Ventura strip-search suspected bomber Holmes. But the hottest scene is one where passion flows as freely as other liquids. When Mason Moore and Erik Everhard go at it, director Chris Streams captures bona fide sexual chemistry rather than just shiny bodies in frantic motion. Plus, those who like it really wet will particularly enjoy the squirting from Moore and Dee.