This thing is put together very weirdly. Throughout, Shy Love keeps addressing the camera and the talent as if she's the director, when the actual director credited quite clearly on the box, in the opening titles and again in the closing credits is Vincent Voss. Also, at the beginning of the second scene, Love goes on an acidic rant about how some talent fucked her over by failing to show up for a scene she wanted to shoot about a girl doing something to piss off her husband – which is exactly what the preceding scene was about.

There is a terrific three-girler here between Paola Rey, Celeste Star and Holly Morgan, but in the closer, when Love attempts to push the very pussy-adverse Taylor Rain into doing some lesbo stuff, it's just uncomfortable to watch.

Retailing: It's got a pretty fuckin' great cast, for sure.