As does a fine wine, this series continues to improve with age. That's due primarily to the producer's decision to dump the largely-unknown New Jersey two-baggers who populated the earlier volumes in favor of the infinitely more visually pleasing Porn Valley jizz queens who are featured in these later installments.

Like its predecessors, Strap-On Sally 6 is plotless (as always, a big plus in this reviewer's book); just one super-nasty scene after another in which Sally (Chantilly Lake) and her slutty gal pals put their Doc Johnsons to vile use invading each other's innards.

The grand finale is a scorching seven-way pileup wherein Sally is forced to service and fuck her co-stars' latex monsters, which wind up sporting one Peter North-like load after another of fake jism all over her kisser.