The DVD packaging listed this as a Robby D. effort, so I dreaded watching, but even though it turns out to be a Bunny Luv (aka Celeste)-directed feature instead, I was right all along. Robby is the cameraman and judging from the BTS emphasizing his presence (Bunny is nowhere to be seen) on set he's the main culprit.
It's merely a series of five crummy vignettes portraying BDSM lite sex. Two are staged on the same living room set to underline the tedious redundancy of the action, and most of the content has overbearing "masters" including obnoxious James Deen and tired-looking Manuel Ferrara ordering the poor girls around. So you can get sick of the ladies interjecting "Yes, master" over and over again on the soundtrack.
Of course the fans of this gonzo sludge only care about the "hot models" on display, but even ebullient Nicole Ray, suspended in bondage in Erik Everhard's closet until the creep feels like abusing her, cannot overcome the tawdry format. Kagney Linn Carter juts out attractively in fetish gear and star Riley is boring as usual.
It's merely a series of five crummy vignettes portraying BDSM lite sex. Two are staged on the same living room set to underline the tedious redundancy of the action, and most of the content has overbearing "masters" including obnoxious James Deen and tired-looking Manuel Ferrara ordering the poor girls around. So you can get sick of the ladies interjecting "Yes, master" over and over again on the soundtrack.
Of course the fans of this gonzo sludge only care about the "hot models" on display, but even ebullient Nicole Ray, suspended in bondage in Erik Everhard's closet until the creep feels like abusing her, cannot overcome the tawdry format. Kagney Linn Carter juts out attractively in fetish gear and star Riley is boring as usual.