Beautifully produced, high-end couples fare that... Just kidding.

You know the Gag Factor drill by now. Like its preceding installments, Vol. 7 is, in its best moments, a wild demonic orgy of violent face-fucking complete with a disgustingly gross tsunami of glistening drool that utterly buries the features of the dehumanized female cock sockets who basically just lie there and take the tonsil torment like XXX-rated Stepford Wives.

It ain't pretty, that's for sure, but in this era of 11,000 annual releases, it is distinctive and that's saying something. This is balls-to-the-wall, take-no-prisoners porn that oozes outlaw edginess at a time when much of the industry has circled the wagons and toned things down. This is porn that represents a giant fuck you to the Evil Axis of LAPD, Bush, Ashcroft, the Religious Right and the FemiNazi Left.

And finally, this is porn that requires your customers to watch it with their rain gear on and with their stomachs empty. If you haven't guessed by now, Gag Factor 7 is the anti-Christ of couples fare. Pre-nom the line for Best Oral-Themed Series.