An Evil Angel Production of a Jay Sin Picture

Starring:  Velicity Von, Kelly Devine, Sammie Rhodes, Bailey
Brooks, Iris Reyes, Flower Tucci, Jandi Lin, Lana Croft, Harmony,
Britney Stevens & Amber Rayne.

With:  Michael Adriano, Mick Blue & Christian.

-2-Discs- | Disc One:

2hr 46min / Disc Two: 1hr 44min

/ Bonus: 1hr 24min

Total Overall Runtime:  5hr 52min

Condoms?:  None!

Brief Synopsis: 
To classify director Jay Sin as an unabashed assman would fall short of
his passion: in this world (and probably in space), he is an
aficionado.  Thankfully for all of us watching, he translates his
girlicious passions with all the gracefulness of a total expert.  In
this, the second Anal Acrobatsvolume, he presents a series of mostly girl-girl antics with a few
privileged peens taking the bottom third of the playtime, all brought
to a culmination of gaping glories that will probably leave most
speechless for both their tastefulness (really!) and their exquisite
attention to detail (no bum left unturned).  Toys, as the title screen
suggests, is the silent third character here, and frankly, a highway
underpass straight into my filthy and beating heart.

[Scene One]  Velicity Von & Kelly Divine  (with Michael Adriano)

Velicity
does the same to Kelly in following, though her approach is a bit more
fierce and, as we've already found, keen on being the alpha of the
two.  Velicity's cursory inspection is only the beginning, however, and
soon the two are side by side with their asses pointed to the sky,
inserting one pink golfball a piece into their now shimmering rears.

As
they wiggle and squeeze out per their first and second times, their
assholes pucker and quietly heave as we await the inevitable plop,
which rings out as the hot hued sniglets worm their way out of Kelly
and Velicity's respective asses.  Velicity vamps a few seductive mugs
during this prelude, throwing in a few more kisses with Kelly.  As
Kelly's third insertion threatens to rise up and catch air, Velicity
leans down and cradles the ball in her mouth as it ekes out of her
partner's ass, covering it with spit and savoring the flavor before
tapping it back into Kelly's backhole.  Kelly masturbates as the two
swap a dirty ass-to-mouth kiss before switching places, this time with
Velicity on the receiving end.

As
a receiver, Ms. Vonn falls into an almost trance-like state, reeling as
Kelly undoes the pink partition of Velicity's crack, slurping up the
pink dot that emerges from her hole and propping the spit-drenched
favor back in again and again.  Kelly relies not only on her tongue
twirling abilities in assisting Velicity's tailpipe, but as well
fiddles a finger into the black dot supplanted by her brownie kisses. 
The girls return to face each other in equal, dressing each other's
mouth with the attuned results of their backward (but unbroken)
handshakes, enrobing each other with the filthy gauss and glory of
cornhole-ology.  Brought to a pause, the girls can't help but notice
that Michael's been keeping a naked eye on them from the sidelines,
already stroking himself to a fervor with which Velicity and Kelly
swaddle and snuggle via blowjob turns, more often than not with one
taking a chin full of balls while the other slaloms his wand between
her cheeks.  Soon Michael is thrusting his joint into each respective
ladies' open jaws for no-hands action, serving one orally while the
other tickles and pleasures themselves with a free hand or two.  A
short break follows, wherein Kelly and Velicity swap spit yet again,
spiderwebbing the thick combination of pre-cum and ass juice across
their booming sets of tits.

It's
with this melange of ooze with which Michael lubes up Velicity's tits
for a chest fuck that prompts even more spitting on the part of Ms.
Vonn, her hands pushing her jubblies together for a proper push, with
Kelly helping out for a brief time.  Her helping hands are more than
welcome once Velicity and Michael get going in an anal play of
doggy-style pumping, and Kelly takes in a copious amount of
ass-to-mouth on the part of her partners as they fuck away.  Sooner
than not it's Kelly's turn, assuming the properly patterned position
just like Velicity, her ass now slipped and loosed and just as lucky as
Velicity's.  The ass-to-mouth continues onward as the churn between
Kelly and Michael gains an expert wind, and Velicity spits, suckles,
smacks and cuddles the pole and hole until Kelly unplugs herself and
smother's Michael's face with her pussy.  Velicity takes the
opportunity to straddle the free peen, riding along in anal cowgirl as
Michael is crammed between Kelly's slit and cheeks.  Kelly licks up
another asstastic dick taste, and another dual blowjob sends Velicity
to the crowned position atop of Michael's face, leaning down onto his
nose and mouth as Velicity jerks his slab a bit.  Now lying face to
face on their sides, Velicity takes in an anal spooning while Kelly
picks up with those pink golf balls once again.  Those slippery poppers
make their way between the girls' mouths post-ass again, and each one
keeps them in ass play as Michael makes his way between both their
crannies of pink and brown.  After offering their upward asses for a
final run of ass jousting and ass-to-mouth girly goodness, Michael
jerks the quite fruitful majority of his joint juice directly into
Kelly's open mouth, landing nary one shot into Velicity's similarly
eager expression.  The heavy load that Kelly captured, however, is fed
into Ms. Vonn's mouth, a worthy swap to cap off a hoary mixture of anal
play.

Kelly,
a relative newcomer, shines here as Velicity's very willing foil,
though Michael does shift a bit of his focus to our brunette wonder,
despite Velicity's initial control over the proceedings.  She is,

however, the more vocal of the two, with Kelly still providing a
palpable sense of grooviness to the proceedings (especially all of that
wonderous ass-to-mouth action!).  As a team, the girls make for a
strong pairing, and physically speaking, they almost seem like a
mirrored image of the other (save for Kelly's enhanced bust vs.
Velicity's boobtacularly natural knockers).  As the scene is strictly
ass-centric, I did crave a bit of the standard vaginal in and out,
though the golf ball antics more than sufficed, as anal as they may
have been!  It's all pretty wonderful, thanks!

[Scene Two]  Sammie Rhodes & Bailey Brooks

Outdoors
we find Bailey, the gardener, snipping a few flowers as Sammie, the
butterfly, sniffs and and waddles her behind in the midday breeze. 
After spanning each girl's form, the camera shifts downward to catch
Sammie's bare ass  sticking out, soon popping out a black golf ball
with a "plock!" onto the stone surface beneath her.  Once a second ball
pops out of her now spread crack, Bailey thwarts Sammie by shooing her
away with a plastic purple flyswatter.

 

Indoors
we find Sammie the Butterfly doing that playful rump shaking yet again
as her nose points toward a potted flower, comfortably bedside. 
Gripping her left-end cheek, Sammie gazes down toward the bloom of her
ass as one, then another, of those deposited balls quietly pop out and
rest against her right cheek.  Pulling away from her polka-dotted
stockings, the camera find Bailey, standing tall in the distance,
tapping that purple flyswatter against her incredibly long legs.  She
approaches Sammie and begins to swat her while chiding her very
existence, playfully enough that Sammie soon takes hold of the smacker
and snaps back in swift retaliation. 

Sammie
does actually chew on Bailey's meaty envelope as she drives her tongue
farther into and atop of Ms. Brooks' pussy with a gentle voraciousness
that does wonders for Bailey's outlook within the scene.  With her ass
pointed out on the edge of the all-white furniture, Bailey spreads her
cheeks as Sammie inserts a spit-drizzled ball into her back door,
submerging the black sphere long enough for a darkened inner dip.  The
suspense already killing her, Sammie whispers into Bailey's asshole
"feed it to me", which she certainly does!  Suckling on the emerged
traveler between her teeth, Sammie passes the toy into Bailey's mouth
and back again, submerging the hefty dot back into her partner's bum.

In
thanks and in kind, Bailey transfers all of her good vibes unto Sammie,
who by now is ready for some rear play of her own.  Anchoring herself
at the foot of the couch, Sammie pries her cheeks apart as Bailey
strokes her bottom with her tongue and forefingers, wetting another of
those ubiquitous black rounders with her mouth and slipping the object
into Sammie's tiny hole.  For variation, Sammie takes that red jelly
down a trail into her ass further and further along, almost to the
click of its life-sized sack, emerging with a newly flexed muscle
greeting her grinning partner.  A few more ball catches and oral swaps
later, a medium sized purple spinner is thrown into the equation,
emerging afterward and causing Sammie's ass to pucker wider, louder,
and pinker than before.  Bailey catches the heave with her hands,
always, of course, making sure to keep the magic running between her
and her sneering partner.  "Get your mouth down there" a self-rubbed
Sammie urges between gritted teeth, pulsing the purple out of her ass
down to Bailey's now swatter-assisted catcher's grip.  Caught up, she
carries the ball to Sammie, who cracks her mouth wide enough to gnash
on the ball, delivering it back and forth with Bailey into the haze of
fade-out. 

Overall,
Sammie is the key player here, with Bailey (her second anal-based
scene) being the more soft-spoken, but rarely inhibited, second
fiddle.  As before, the action is very much centered on the
anal-centricities, with the only vaginal-based fucking occurring on the
oral front.  Ms. Rhodes seems to enjoy being fluffed quite hard, and at
times Bailey seems to hold back on the physical front, instead opting
to keep her mouth full of her partner's pussy and ass, though it never
seems like enough for Sammie.  Still, it's a happy, almost scary
dalliance of a butt buffet that keeps going and going and going, sharp
enough for you to remember fondly, but probably not enough to send you
to the hospital.

[Scene Three]  Iris Reyes & Flower Tucci  (with Mick Blue)

Bobbing
along atop a miniature rowboat, we find Iris Reyes, sound and sturdy as
the wooden ship nestled between her legs.  Decked out in a body-fitting
sailor suit, she bops and weaves her hips as the music fills the
speakers, swaying as the camera falls into close-ups of that dutiful
derriere as it breaks free and clean of its blue wrapping, with Iris'
tiny chest bulges following suit.  Spreading her cheeks, she reveals a
birthmark in the enrobed circumference of her southernmost port, into
which she deposits a spit-lubed white golf ball, puckering the circle
within her own circle.  Traveling back out, the dot goes back into
Iris' mouth by way of her hand, at which time Flower, decked out in
pirate gear (and latex pants!) playfully smacks Iris' face.  Ms.
Tucci's booty bounty is offered to Iris with a two-handed shake, and
from it emerges a stewed black ball, which Ms. Reyes catches in her
mouth and shares with Flower.

The
girls shine their precarious black and white balls between their butt
holes and mouths, keeping their spit in play for the long term, and
arching their rumps out as Mick, the eye-patched/naked scallywag,
brandishes his erect sword muscle in front of them.  Iris is the first
to slalom over his schlong, tickling the back of her throat before
Flower nails her nose against Mick's crotch in a deep-throated knob
gnashing.  Before the log jamming begins, Flower crowns Iris with her
pussy as Mick nestles into Ms. Tucci's ass, pulling back to allow Iris
the well-endowed spread to grace the might rump smothering her face. 
In reverse cowgirl, Iris takes Mick's sausage up her exit canal,
bumping and riding and serving Flower an ass-to-mouth portion of sweet
goodness in brief rests.

The
girls gust their lips across Mick's dick together, flicking their
tonsils against with his pink mushroom cloud soon after in turns. 
Flower keeps herself at the alpha position throughout, smacking and
berating the outwardly meek (but ultimately gregarious) Iris as she
kneads her hands and lips against Mick's swelling tip.  Those trusty
balls come back into play as Flower's ass necessitates a touch of
widening, and Iris takes up the trick by catching the toss into her
mouth (as Flower would no doubt do the same!).  Primed, Flower nicks
Mick's prick in standard cowgirl anal, post-bump lick-up by way of Iris
showered by Flower's self-diddled hail of squirt raining down upon her
dark-haired girlfriend.  They kiss and smear the fluid against their
faces while Mick widens his smile and fixes his tongue against Iris'
ass and slit.  A doggy turn (in anal) for Flower follows with Mick in
heavy rotation, and Iris' mascara smears from the combination of sweat,
squirt and assorted moistures dotting the bodies of all three
participants.  Taking turns to blow Mick again, Flower holds Iris' face
close down with her face shoved hard onto his pink tower, holding Iris'
nose (!) as her breath sharpens and her throat closes around Mick's
noodle.  The harshness ceases, however, as Iris spreads her legs for a
wide-angle anal pumping afterward.

Another
round of ball toying sets off the next wave of fucking, with Flower and
Iris stacking their holes face-to-face, with Flower inserting and
expelling a black orb from her rear end, sent directly to Iris'
puckering eye where it goes down a second time.  This gives way to a
larger, multi-flecked ball that Flower absorbs with her back hole,
emerging and falling into Iris' mouth after she's once again smothered
by her partner's massive rump.  As the ball is oversized, Iris cracks
her lips open quite a ways apart to hold the device, prompting a smack
across her face by Ms. Tucci (if your'e nasty?).  Squatting down, she
rains a shower of squirt across of Iris' face, hitting her thighs in
the process, arraying the ball as it's gagged by Ms. Reyes,
jawbreaker-style.

In
a fit of self-stroking, Mick unloads his own broken brook of thicker
spray, streaking down his pop across Iris' propped-open lips and
cheeks, while Flower masturbates to the events from her stance above,
leans over and licks the hot ball, carrying it from Iris' mouth, into
her own and back again.  With one last face smack across Iris' face,
Flower proudly sucks off the rest of the ball's slather, the toy boat
rocking beneath the two of them.

Overall, the action is kept well between Iris and
Flower, with Mick being more of a side-salad to the girls' steak
dinner.  Flower seems to delight in keeping Iris at her beck, call and
swat, and she, though a bit nervous at first, eases into the filth
quite easily.  It's never too harsh, thankfully, though those with a
weak tolerance for such behavior may be put off by her faithfulness to
her pirate characterization.  The gagging during the final ten minutes
or so leave Iris on the receiving end in more ways than one, though I
took pleasure in every minute of the whole darned thing.  Time to buy
myself a boat!

[Scene Four]  Jandi Lin & Lana Croft

Dissolving
into a white-bloomed setting, we find the brown-haired Lana (her of the
puckered lips) and her partner-in-crime Jandi (with all the looks of a
lynx and enough tattoos to cover the canvas of her spine).  The girls
toss the camera a few knowing looks before locking lips, Jandi
fluttering a fan between the both of them, and are soon prying away at
their silken suits to find all their perfect squishables lying
beneath.  Lana takes the reins first, cresting her lips against Jandi's
itty bitty nipples and bare crotch as she rubs herself.  Jandi bends
over, prompting Lana to part her lady's asscheeks for the camera before
licking that winking backside and crumpling a few of her fingers
inside.  The snacking nears a full meal, though Jandi breaks away and
turns her illumination of hot breaths against Lana's neck and
shoulders, spreading Lana's cheeks for a goodly sum of rear rodgering
that follows.

Lana's
bullseye, too, nudges a wink or two before Jandi Lin gets her mouth
muscles moving, and the girls tickle each other's nipples as Jandi
prepares to get her lips stuck on that lovely port hole.  Ass sticking
out, Lana is served up a fine cycle of tongue, lips and fingers, all
thanks to Jandi, a fine warm-up for the toys that Jandi whips out as
Lana arches her back against a red-leather neo-everything piece of
furniture.  That expandable fan finds a new use as it's rapped against
Lana's cheeks, and she seems all the better off for it!  A clear jelly
dildo is lubed by both girls lovingly, and Jandi wafts the wet cock
around Lana's ass stating "I think this asshole's ready for a good
dickin'!", as Lana's feet cradle a pair of traditional wooden sandals
(nice touch!).  Onward the donging goes, with Jandi smacking Lana's
hide as the thickness grips her asshole deeper and deeper, gaining
traction and speed as the inches are driven down further along.  Jandi
keeps the spit handy, gazing at the effort with a hungry stare as Lana
cries with her head in half-turn.  Jandi uncorks Lana's ass a few
times, displaying a fine gape who's riches the girls swap between them
a la cock.  After all that steady dicking, Lana presents a surprise by
way of a small red box.  A pair of meditation balls (of the Zen
variety) cause both girls' eyes to light up, and Jandi garners enough
spit between her teeth to prepare the sluggers for Lana's widened-out
lens.

The
first insertion is a bit of a struggle, though the tightness gripping
the muscles of Lana's ass (and her attuned cries attest) is marvelous
to see, especially as the balls are swallowed down by her asshole.  It
arises, and Jandi and Lana slather its collection between their mouths
for another go, this time with Jandi shaking Lana's ass while the ball
is going down, a tiny ringing rattling out with each shake.  Lana's bud
blooms after the second dip down, and Jandi massages the pulsating
tissue resulting from all the backward play, and will probably cause
most to faint (I almost did!).  The tricks continue with Lana at a more
accommodating spoon/side position, though Jandi finds that this shift
only tightens the play even more!  The balls, however, are expertly
caught by Jandi's open mouth, always carried and shared with Lana, who
keeps her eyes tight and teeth gritted between shouts and cries, hand
always frittering atop her pussy.

Following
all the sweet suffering that Lana is put through, Jandi soon has her
turn to be smacked, dipped and chipped away at, and Lana begins by
lubing up that little whistle her partner juts out into the air to
start her dose off.  The spit flies and oozes across Jandi's crack with
Lana pulling out a red butt plug, which inserts thusly between kisses,
licks and palm swats against Jandi.  The girls indulge in an
ass-to-mouth feast with the toy, thereafter bringing out an oversized
string of black-pearled beads, strung into Jandi's hole with the lube
of her own throat.  Three of those lucky orbs shuttle down into her ass
(courtesy of Lana, of course), and their course is retread going out,
carried back to Jandi's mouth and through Lana's lips.  Jandi's blossom
is quite muscular and luscious, especially as that very button,
pre-gape, was so tiny and seemingly unforgiving from the get-go.  We
all learn the opposite, thankfully, as Lana shifts her hand pushes to
palms full of those trusty meditation spheres, engulfed in all manners
of co-habitant ass juices that both she and Jandi swap and pop between
their mouths with all sorts of harmonious glee!  After a few passes,
one single ball is sealed with a kiss between Lana and Jandi, capping
the scene with a filthy handful of ass glories.

While
Jandi spends most of the scene buttering her partner's ears with a
filthy stream of encouragement, Lana interjects her fair share of
less-wordy hotness by way of her moans and abrupt screams and wails. 
Together, the pair is well matched, even though Jandi's wordsmithing
may suggest her gain of the upper hand; in retrospect, both ladies
bubble and burst with a similar enthusiasm full of deep-diving tongues
and a very lucky set of inanimate objects.  The meditation ball ringing
was especially cute (we need more, frankly!), though the cycling of
play between Jandi and Lana was constantly exciting and without a dip
to speak of.  Splendid!

[Scene Five]  Harmony, Britney Stevens & Amber Rayne  (with Christian)

Cracking
her booty apart with her outstretched palms, Harmony clears a wide path
for Amber to kiss and swallow the juice around Britney's corn socket,
delving a depth before inserting another white ball into play.  With
each pass between hers and Harmony's ass-to-mouth swill, Britney's ass
eases open easily, muscle tissue heaving and pulsing, with a fine
circle of hair lining the outer rim of her gape.  How Amber and Harmony
pass that lucky spinner between their lips is stunning, especially as
they carry it from lips to lips like a sort of ceremonial key; I'll
chalk it up to their cool experience of female-oriented butt lovin',
but it remains incredibly hot and eyeball bursting to witness it
actually happening.  Phew!

In
due time Harmony is thereby feasted upon, with Britney working the
south while Amber hits her tender button by air raid from the
northermost center of her ass' gravitation and sexual pull.  Amber and
Britney take turns doing the catch & swap with another golf ball,
widening that third hole with enough might to keep us tickling for
more!

For
the second course, Amber offers her now greased hole, legs dangling
near her ears, atop the edge of a ledge.  Harmony preps her pocket with
a green jelly prodding device, affixed itself to a final hole flag in
keeping with the overall theme (nice touch, really!).  Plugged and
unplugged with the vaguely cone-shaped spherical jimmy, Amber's other
jane is putted into by Harmony, succeeding in a hole-in-one (well,
after a few tries, maybe!), wherein the in-play ball is sunk back into
Amber's caramel-shaded rose, only to be pushed out and fished into the
eager mouths of Britney and Harmony: swapperiffic! 

As
Amber's teeny ass flexed wide and inhaled that passing ball, Britney's
hole winked wider and therefore was an easier shot for put-happy
Harmony.  Still, those first tries prove difficult, with the additional
mini-globe piling (and a few finger stuffings into) around Britney's
rear until Amber assists in a first dip by way of technicality and
assistance.  A few passes later, Britney's hole is widened like
stretched putty, heaving as Harmony grips her cheeks and witnesses her
handiwork from up high on the platform, spitting into the bull's eye
winking like the biggest eye in the universe!

The
third and final section of the scene offers the now bouncing bums of
all the girls, rump shaking among their white stockings.  "That was
pretty fun, but where's our ball boy?" Amber rattles off without
hesistation.  Cue caddy Christian, bag in hand, who is ordered to lean
beneath the riser where each lady pops their respective ball from their
ass into his mouth.  For good measure, Harmony smothers his face before
Amber bundles the white sphere for a bit of chucking down into his
mouth.  Afterward, she and Britney do their own smothering atop of
Christian's now learned chin and face, leading to a sausage-bending
blow job performed by all three girls.

Amber
and Harmony tiddle the shaft down their throats with a cough and a
smile, eager for depth and a touch of sloppiness in between all three. 
Britney's similarly successful effort earns her a 69 spot as Christian
flips her upside-down to wiggle his tongue against her lady business as
she keeps on sucking his crotch rocket, spit flying every which way. 
In reverse cowgirl, Harmony is the first to be pushed vaginally, her
hands keeping her clit in the higher temperatures, switching to classic
cowgirl, onward into anal.  An ass-to-mouth meal keeps the grist going,
switching to doggy where Britney heaves in her helping of ATM swill. 

 

Amber
suckles on a new ball as Christian pumps his rod into her roaring rear,
crying "push it out!" as a few ball-in strokes push the ball further
into and out of her ass.  Harmony ekes out a touch more anal stroking,
this time doggy-style, bringing Britney to the forefront of the
fucking, her turn signaled by a taste of Harmony-dripped schlong, onto
reverse cowgirl anal.  Amber keeps Britney's otherwise unoccupied
territories tickled and rubbed as Christian does his doings, with Ms.
Rayne receiving another but plugging in reverse cowgirl anal at an
upwardly paced speed.  "Fuck it like it's the last dick you're gonna
get!" squeals Harmony as Amber backs up into Christian's already heavy
doses of pumping, and Amber responds by ordering Britney to "SLAP ME!" 
The girls respond by choking her as she's being fucked, thereafter
tasting and knobbing the cock already shared between their collective
asses.  Britney is the last to be horned anally (in a pike of reverse
cowgirl), producing the eclipse-worthy gape pictured above.  Knelt side
by side, she, Amber and Harmony lean into Christian's self-jerking,
spewing the majority of his load across their faces (Britney, sadly,
gets the least).  In unison, the girls kiss each other, painting the
rest of what remains of the drip across their cheeks and lips, into the
fade.

Harmony and Amber are the most dynamic of the three
ladies in this scene, with Britney keeping herself third in line for
most of the action, though her gape is mighty and quite the
hypnotizing, spiraled force.  Amber is nearly matched in the all-around
department, though Harmony tries her best to outdo her both vocally and
in tricks:  Ms. Rayne is just about unstoppable, though her brand of
grain may irk some as being too harsh.  All three take well to the
constant toying with the golf balls, keeping the scene enjoyably nasty
with each new pass from mouth to ass and back again.  Put-put!

Bonus Features

And
what a hefty amount of features they are!  A Behind the Scenes (7:49)
segment includes mostly b-roll footage of a few moments worth of
production, with our director Jay Sin guiding the action from behind
his trusty camera.  A few extended preliminary shots carry out the bulk
of the nearly eight minutes, with rehearsal runs and camera blocking
filling out the rest.  More illuminating is the face-to-face Interviews(37:41) with each respective girl, prompted by Mr. Sin's good-natured
approach to his asses in waiting, as visible in both the performances
in the feature as well as right here.  Bailey and Iris are quite
soft-spoken (this was Ms. Reyes' second scene ever!), and Sammie admits
to her preferred style of horseplay ("I keep telling girls to slap my
tits, but they never slap hard enough!") while recouperating from a
fall that kept her in crutches before and after her scene.  Flower
pontificates on the nature of enjoying average-sized dicks ("I can cum
and cum and cum and not get sore!"), finger sniffing at a young age,
her laid-back approach to life, run-ins with her fans and the freedom
that porn grants us all.  Upon meeting her post-scene, Jay Sin pleads
to check out her flexed asshole, which Flower digs into, excavating a
dollop of juice and assorted smegma which Jay swallows down (he digs
his tongue down for even more, giving a glimpse of his face) - all
wonderful stuff!

An Outtakes (31:55) run
includes a decent amount of steady action, no less heady than what
ended up in the final cut.  The ever-present golf and assorted balls
are the focus here, with an almost endless amount of variation (and a
few lost angles) that fill in any gaps that die-hard fan may have felt
initially.  Bloopers (4:27)
consists of those very same balls running out of frame in misfire, or
popping out too soon (or too late), one even going fast enough for a
slow motion replay!  A drool-worthy amount of Trailers (4:12) for similarly veined Jay Sin titles also appear (Anal Acrobats, Deep Anal Abyss and Gape Lovers 2, drooooooool), as well as a Cum Shot Recap (3:25), cobbled from the first, third and fifth male-oriented partying that horseshoes well as a bonus.  A Photo Gallery per girl, a Cast List, Filmographies(for Amber Flower, Harmony, Britney, Velicity, Sammie, Lana and Jandi's
jaunts in Evil Angel land) are also handy, as well as the standard
website links for all you clickable folks out there set the features to
an end.