Woodman\'s rep may be enough to carry this title past your financial finish line.
That it took Pierre Woodman this long to stumble is a testament of sorts, but Mistress Burnout is patient - and she has a notoriously long reach. Expect in XXX 23 a loose stew of intimate interviews and fictional scenarios congealing in a pool of half-assed directorial interest.
As always, the Euro-babes are pretty and the swinging dicks long as a summer day; but they're about as committed as Britney Spears on a Vegas honeymoon. In one scenario called, "I Like to Suck," one might [rightly] expect some kind of oral carnival. Instead the girl barely puts lips to cock - and when she does, with considerable ineffectiveness. Elsewhere, a gorgeous California-looking blonde headlines a scene located in a print shop. Pressed by two horny printers, it soon becomes apparent that anal sex is news to her. Try as they might to set her ass right, these uncut studs slip in and out of their own sheaths more than her evasive ink pot.
A quarry-bound closer pits three guys digging a d.p. tunnel with a different chick, but the results appear less than a labor of unbridled lust. Only the segment featuring Sarka (Sharka? Schmarka?) revs up the Woodman of old. The hired beefcake plows his partner's fields fore and aft, settling on the upside-down-reverse-crab position to deposit his viscous load.