The gore also rises. And so will your sales if you display this unique series properly.
The creative juices are really, uh, erupting with each successive installment of this series -- kimono-clad director Jim Powers kicks this one off by relating the mystical "Legend of Bukkake." He even sprang for a big "Bukkake" sign (spelled "Bakokki" in some scenes, which doesn't make it more exotic) and added interviews with a couple of the bukka-babes.
Little Vivian Valentine has one of those good-girl faces that deserves to be defined by ropes of jizz. No stupid goblet-under-the-chin-to-disguise-the-face-that-her-face-remains- way-too-clean here (which is what cripples Allison Kilgore's opener); she takes her facials the old fashioned way -- hanging in stringy stalactites off her nose and chin. Like a good girl. It's enormous boobed Harley Raine who scores the highest marks, however, when she insists without a hint of irony that she's a "prima-donna ballerina" (turned stripper). You could fill a wading pool with all the spew that accumulates on her pretty face.
Take special note of the guy who's apparently received penile enhancement injections, and appears in all three scenes sporting a package that resembles a pig-in-the-blanket cocktail hors d'oeuvre. Star material there.