This hot little volume boasts a line-up of east coast Caribbean Latinas, who, for West Coast chica-philes, will prove doubly exotic. Each of them is a hyper-luscious DNA concoction bearing phenotype traits representing Africa, Europe and Asia, all of these tossed together and shaken vigorously through a few centuries of wicked, wicked miscegenation to burst forth in triple-x full-color slam fucking retail smut here in the good ol' U.S. of A. Somewhere Samuel Smiles is confused but John Stuart Mills understands.

Colonialism meets Triangle Trade meets Capitalism meets Trans-racial Lust and 21st century Big Business avarice, and it all comes down to turgid cocks and lubed labes here, a full-circle gimme gimme metanarrative that touches down like a fornication funnel cloud, or better yet a masturbatory messianic meet-'n'-greet. God Bless the Americas and whoever invented videotape. [Bing Crosby. - Ed.]

Look for sweaty-good outings from Phoenix and India, and some nummy flinty-eyed lust and joint-testing contortions from the lovely Lucy Lucy.