I had a chemistry teacher in high school named Mr. Cameltoes. He was Native American, and no one even touched the comedic possibilities of his last name because he was a pretty bad dude.
Mr. Cameltoes died a few years ago in a bar fight, but I'm sure he'd be proud that a solid gonzo series like Mr. Camel Toes was living on in his namesake (more or less).
Surely, Mr. Cameltoes? mouth would salivate at the beauty of energetic cover girl Madeline. Her long braids, not unlike those of legendary squaw Pocahontas, get a firm tugging, as the young, cameltoe'd stunner gets ridden from behind.
And I can only guess that Mr. Cameltoes would approve of the title's innovative take on capturing each starlet's sexual intensity; the camera angels going from full action view, to facial close-ups.
Retailers: Solid gonzo release with fine, young talent.