Stocking according to your d.p. tape trade.
The latest installment in the Double Penetration Virgins line gets higher marks for its concept - guys in demon costumes air-tighting and face-frosting supposed d.p. cherries - than for its execution.
Only one of the tape's three scenes really scorches, that being Paris' super-energized, screaming-bloody-murder turn. Adding to the heat is the scene's fairly prolonged d.p.
By contrast, Cherie's outdoor double stuffing is too brief (a problem with a lot of d.p. tapes) and ends before it hits the boiling point. The d.p. portions of Kitty Marie's rough-edged closer rock hard, but they too are too truncated.
On the flip side, there's a little too much time spent on the Motel Hell-like "story," (we'll spare you the details; your customers don't really rent/buy JM Productions tapes for the plotlines, now do they?), though the bit where Paris and Kitty chant in front of a candle-lit pentagram, "D.P. demons, from far below, stay away from our sweet hole" while rocking back and forth like orthodox Jews at the Wailing Wall, is pretty funny.