Director David Lord casted outside of the box for this all-asian release, opting to not use any known stateside talent but rather an assortment of little-knowns whose vertical slits fit the bill.

As expected, every single one of them react to big American meat like they're passing the world's largest gall stone; paralyzed in either pleasure or pain, their eyes shut tightly and eeking out tiny, labored moans and high-pitched screams. The best example of the aforementioned behavior would be black performer K-Solo plowing through Toumine Eriko in the disc's second scene. The expression she wears on her face looks as if she's about to head into a cock-induced coma.

Retailing: Okay-ish release with unknown Asian girls.