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One of the least intense volumes in this series ever, perhaps this edition should have been called Virgin Kink Light. Shit, there's a not a single fuckin' tear - or hardly any other real emotion for that matter - to be found between its covers.
The so-so opener has Kym Wilde, who apparently left her Bitch Goddess hat at home this day, kind of half-heartedly topping Sofia Fox, who's, well, certainly foxy, but too much of an annoying space cadet to be a good fit for this line.
Scene two has Dick Nasty trying to get Summer Nite, a blonde Brit who is way cuter in the tape than she is on the box cover, to submit to him. But Nite isn't into the whole BDSM thing, and she nervously mugs and cracks wise for the camera throughout, giving the encounter more of a comical feel than anything else. Like Fox, she's a Virgin Kink mismatch.
The closer contains VK24's only tension - albeit fleeting - as Wilde returns to push the buttons of the introverted, slightly sad Diabola (devil girl in Italian, she tells us). But the scene never really takes off in large part because like in the opener, Wilde is only a shadow of her normally very abusive self. Mellowing with age, perhaps?