With more uncut meat on display than an explosion in a Polish sausage factory, this all-oral/all the time import relies on quantity rather than quality to make its point. A budding moyel, if so inclined, could fashion himself a nifty set of luggage from all the unused yardage of tips.

Videography is uniformly crisp and close - yet, curiously, an authentic subjective male POV shot is not to be found among a variety of arousing angles. Most welcome is an infrequently-employed composition, wherein a standing girl hovers over her partner, legs akimbo as she bends down to suck him off - all the while, her boobs swaying in accord to her oral ministrations. When shot from below, the image is arresting.

Things come to a head when it becomes obvious that the plain Janes outnumber the uberbabes on roughly a three-to-one ratio (which accounts for skill as well as attendance). If the kind of eye-watering deep throat experience one might reasonably expect is conspicuously absent, we can't fault the gals for trying. As salty dog suckers, they have so many different personalities! There's the swallower, the gulper, the dribbler, the gagger ... it almost sounds like a police lineup of villains from a bad superhero movie.

For warm-ups, some intros take the path leading to female masturbation. Others begin with lesbian tongue-lashings. (For those who find their time monopolized by such fluff, many scenes pass tease and go directly to boardwalk hotels.)