The Gunns pack some low-caliber action while a crusty-faced dude drills a babe with enough hair ink to supply a school of octopi. Two leatherettes labe lamely before laying it on the line for some long-haired lazyboys. Even Rayvenss, who evokes the sweet scent of Southern sassafras, cannot save this soul-less entry. Stock, if you have the urge, with other Rayveness raunch.