The women were beautiful enough, and the guys were big and muscular enough; so why the producers felt the need to give each girl the same bottle of oil to cover themselves is beyond imagination. A little bit here and there might have been okay, but they doused themselves in it, then rolled around on cheap inflatable mattresses. They wound up looking like performing seals. It was simply bizarre looking. Basically filmed okay, sure, but nothing screamed energy or sex, except maybe the leopard print sheets under the plastic. It drew attention from what started out to be naturally hot performers.

Beauty's opener and Bonnie Blaze's closer were hot bookends to a middle full of blah. Both women gave awesome, deep, calculated head before getting their asses slammed. Beauty's scene ended with a delightfully squeezed out internal pop. But everything in between was bland and standard. They all knew how to jiggle the junk in the trunk, but what they did with it after was nothing eye-popping.

Retailing: For your Black section.