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Since I did not see Jam Vol.1, I cannot say for sure if any questions that were left unanswered at its conclusion were addressed in this film, but I can this for sure: Vanessa Lane, who I am quite certain is certifiably insane, takes on Chris Charming and Benjamin Brat in one of the most ferocious displays of sweatsex I’ve ever witnessed. Vanessa, who is built like a gymnast (save for a pair of meaty, surgically enhanced B-cups), delivers what can only be described as a full-court press on the pair, and withstands a dizzying array of DP and ATM combinations before taking both loads onto her sparkling white grin. She’s a dynamo, boys and girls, and what’s even more impressive is that as we discover in the making-of featurette, she does these scenes while coming off a four-day bender. Oh, and she also conducts a complete interview while her legs are tucked behind her head and Bratt is fucking her in the ass. I want Vanessa Lane for president.

Kelly Wells is only slightly less insane than Vanessa, but where Vanessa has the cheerfully nuts angle covered, Kelly appears to be on the verge of homicidal mania. She’s the first person we see in the film, and she’s glaring at the camera with an expression that says “I’m being shocked by 500 volts right now” while literally hyperventilating. Her only recourse is to fuck Sascha and Chris while emitting piercing, dinosaur-like shrieks. This was the most terrifying thing I’ve seen in a porn film since A Taste of Pink (see review).

Missy Monroe, whom we all know is out of her mind, shows up sporting her Morticia Addams look and takes her usual litany of abuse from a pair of fellas. Nothing surprising here, but it’s typically looney-hot, as all things Missy are. Fluids are emitted from her nether regions, tho, so be forewarned.