Main attractions here include Natasha Blake's hyper-hot boy/girl (one of her first on-screen) with Brandon Irons. Blake sports more tackle in her tongue than Moby Dick did in this flank, and she lavishes Davis' meat with a spittle-and-hardware-enhanced hummer before catching what looks to have been an especially enjoyable doggie and missionary shagging. Irons closes things out by favoring the natural-bodied lass with an impressive facial frosting.

Then there's Melody Love's opener with John Decker . Love sports a set of smart-looking glasses throughout their pairing, making the encounter somehow much hotter than the sum of its parts. Her ethnic features and the glasses conjure lines from Woody Allen's The Whore of Mensa, in which guys married to plastic trophy wives cheat with brainy consorts for hire. Porn featuring female intellectuals? A new genre? How subversive. How unlikely.

Keki D'Aire is also gorgeous and hot, and therefore a big find in her pairing with an uncredited woodsman. All of the ladies featured here seem to sport their factory-issued mamms, which greatly enhances the general aesthetic of the proceedings. The action and the natural attributes of the assembled talent are captured exquisitely with crystalline videography and insightful camera work. Generally, then, WG7 is a winner.