Know what would really be a surprise? If 90 percent of porn producers suddenly woke up and smelled the mochaccino. These days, anyone with a hard-on and a Circuit City credit card is suddenly a producer. Immediately after purchasing a digital camera they hop on the flave-of-the-month bandwagon ("Getcha MILFs heah ... t'ree for a dollah!") and then proceed to pummel genre pieces into the ground.

Creampie Surprise 5 is no exception. After a handful of average fucks the girls ad-lib some contrived whining about their partner blowing his load internally. (Yeah, the old check's-in-the-mail-and-I-promise-not-to-cum-in-your-pussy-style humor. Hardy har har.)

Retailing: Cream pie/fresh meat.