You get the idea, right? The idea is, this is never gonna happen to you unless you have a steady supply of coke around, so you better just resign yrself to watching the experts. John Strong is exactly the man for this job because his directing style is very hands-on; rarely do you see anything except for the parts you came for. Every frame is bursting with hot pink pussies and red, tore-up assholes, and you can plainly see the look of insanity in Kelly Wells eyes, which is always fun. The premise is pure fantasy, and the chicks on deck really sell it, especially Wells and Taryn Thomas, who both act like they’re in the violent throes of whatever the sex version of dope-sick would be. Dick-sick? Sure. Based solely on aesthetics, the clear winner is the covergirl team-up of Valentina and Love (wow, that sounds like a really lame indiepop band!) who are both gorgeous and probably mean, which I like, but for pure sleazy kicks, check out the ass-centric tryst with blackalicious Marie Luv and the spidery Kamila. It’s juicy stuff.

This one’s an easy call. Less dicks, more chicks, and Kelly Wells screaming about her asshole. A winner, obviously. _________________________________________________________

-Sleazegrinder