The peeps in this movie love oil. They can’t get enough. They’re squeezing bottles of it into buttholes, squirting it over cocks like ketchup, pouring it into their mouths like dehydrated marathon runners. Maybe it’s heart-healthy or a zesty vinaigrette—whatever it is, it’s making these fuckers horny.

Cover girl Chanel Camryn fills her mouth with Vince Karter’s cock and streams of oil from a squeeze container, her throat suddenly a slip and slide for his drenched dick. He motorboats her wet snatch in return—because he’s a gentleman. Her slender body quivers while he bangs her asshole to climax. Watching her cum is like a lightsaber duel in a Star Wars film. It’s expected, and always a crowd-pleaser.

Zac Wild rides into his scene like an Eastwood cowboy, blasting Liz Jordan’s open mouth and hot body with twin oil bottles. He jumps into her throat and gets her gluck-gluck-glucking. He grabs her by the hair and makes her crawl around the room to the couch where her oil-filled asshole will get blown out like the Deepwater Horizon rig. With her pretty face pressed into a seat cushion puddled with oil, Jordan grips the sofa as she’s spread, spanked and pounded.

Jesse Pony is a sexy little thing who should be easily fucked into submission, but she’s a fucking banshee, climbing all over Karter as he wrestles her into positions—fucking her ass, choking her throat, wielding a dong to d.p. her holes. She giggles and whimpers, screams and taunts—like an Evil Dead Deadite. It ends with cum and oil smeared on Pony’s laughing face.