This is what all-blowjob tapes should look like.

Twenty scenes (featuring 21 girls) in less than two hours. Over half the scenes are outdoors, in somebody's backyard with a pool, befitting the SoCal sun-and-fun lifestyle. The scenes even have little set-ups: Not as much as a vignette, but a line of dialogue or two to establish the girls as individuals, not just gaping mouths waiting to be filled with dick.

Kickoff features Coral Sands, smart-assily taking her gum out of her mouth and sticking it on the guy's ass before kneeling down to business. Other highlights include newbie Cherry Chase, whose coquettesh teasing oral technique contrasts nicely with C.J. Bennett's later enthusiastic cocking-gobbling. Annika LaRue gives an illustrated lecture on the fine art of no-hands cocksucking. Candy Hill does an are-you-sure-nobody-will-see-this? Poolside knob job on her "boyfriend," and Amia More's floating-pool-lounge attentions on a guy on the diving board close matters out nicely.

Guys are uncredited but some will be recognizable to longtime porn fans (you probably know who Liza Harper's costar is right now). Director "Gusher" Mike uses mirrors and other standing props well, and although the sunlight plays havoc with the brightness controls on the vidcams, no detail is lost. The girls address the camera by name ("Virgil"?) which adds that less-impersonal touch if your name was used.

Let's pre-nom this one for oral feature.