Technically and sexually uneven.
Freed from the constraints of production values and storylines, the only element that pro am shooters need deliver is honesty. Incumbent on the producers is the ability to gather some horny couples together and document the action. Cream Pie 30 does so with inconsistent results.
Girls like Veronika and Molly truly love sex. Their passion is revelatory, despite some clumsy videography, which seems, at times, to be satisfied with the mere sight of fully naked bodies rather than specific parts. If your viewers don't mind a protracted scene of missionary action that shows more wiggling man-ass than penetrated pussy, Veronika's opener is a perfect example of the passion-over-technique argument.
Molly prefers a lengthy cowgirl ride to achieve her orgasm. The repetition would be tiresome if she wasn't such a natural California babe. Other scenes fall way below the lurid limbo stick, especially when Exie literally lies on her back like the proverbial lox while her boyfriend pounds away; unaware of her perpetual "let's get it over with" 100-yard stare. (We asked for honesty, not boredom.)
On the opposite end of the scale, Noemy overprojects as if auditioning for an Oliver Stone movie - dashing all hope for a hot threesome with the desperation of a starlet-wannabe in her eyes. The fact that this grope occurs on a plastic tarp just adds unintentional humor to the proceedings.
As promised, copious dollops of internal pop shot leakage cap each sequence. Clean up on aisle three!