The girls aren't quite the fresh young daisies one encounters in some of Dale Jordan's other offerings, but the sex is decidedly nastier than what those bedazzled young first-timers typically proffer, which makes up for a little loose flesh and that knowing glint in the eyes of Jordan's leading ladies here.

The opener, in which Caramel has her colon well stretched, is a keeper, as is the closer, in which Lexi takes on a pair of well-outfitted studs and pants and whinnies through some wild rectal footage. But the best of show may well be Porsha's go-round with Lexington Steele and Mark Anthony, during which she's pumped full of more meat than a Packers fan at a pre-game sausage slam.