Previous entries of this series were either praised (under the direction of the Bogas Bros.) or denounced (for lacking authentic chunkers). While the Bogases are long gone - taking all sense of directorial individuality with them - the nineteenth volume finally manages to offer up a few scale-tippers.

However, the mere presence of rolling flab does not generate any more heat than before. The guys all seem to have studied at the Don Fernando school of cockslinging; the girls respond in like fashion. The fact that this director spends an inordinate time on blowjobs - i.e. shooting footage from the neck up - simply reveals how little he understands the subject.