Some plenty-balmy sex is overshadowed here by poor production values, especially some climax-snuffing cutaways and a soundtrack which either drowns out or hides behind the yips and yells of the performers.  The opening Schwartzenpecker-Stevens pairing cooks with some genuine intensity, but meat-cleaver editing sorta defeats the purpose.  Very much unspoiled, however, is C.J. Bennett's taking Ron Jeremy's venerable dork in her pouty posterior like a champ.