When I heard that Missy Monroe was directing a movie, my first inclination was to believe, yeah, someone’s going to manage camera footage in between beer and cigarette runs. But that’s not the case at all.

Big Tit Whores with the tit humping and ass play is as ribald and sweaty as you could possibly imagine with Barry Wood’s combat photography putting it so close at times you can count boogers. And Missy, when she was still sporting auburn locks, renders, probably, the best scene of the bunch with her d.p.’ing at the hands of Sascha and Mark Davis. Those two names tell you right away that the pajama party’s next store and the action on the other side of the fence is going to be rough and very physical.

Continually gasping for oxygen, Missy’s a regular saliva factory as she lubricates her partners’ respective hoses before her ass gets a solid reaming with Davis serving as point man. And Jada Fire is impressive as well in her too cozy for words interracial d.p. that features Chris Charming and Trent Tesoro. Threesomes [and cocks] don’t get much chummier than this with Jada, and her magnificent areolas, thoroughly acquitting herself as a remarkably appointed love doll.

Eve Laurence and her exorbitant lungs oils herself up for a scene with Jack Venice, a man best remembered for driving Hillary Scott nuts in Cindy Crawford’s directorial debut. [Also for Defiance/Torrid by the way.] You can ponder the significance all you want of a man having an ammo belt tattooed around his upper thigh; but Eve, wearing stilletos that could put a marble statue’s eye out at 20 paces, remains one of the most delectable honies on the porn scene. Coverage of her doggie and side saddle humping is particularly vivid, enthralling and well executed. And in another ruttish example of threeway love, Davia Ardell and Havana Ginger converge on Van Damage; and Ginger, with her burnished areolas, takes on the anal assignment and does quite well.

In this feature, at least, the areola contest comes down to Ginger and Jada Fire, and it’s too close to call in some quarters. Bailey also does Mark Wood, but it could have been Karl Rove for all anyone might have guessed for minutes on end. The camera is so obviously off Wood and singularly on Bailey, though Mark finally gets some face time in the scene’s remaining two-shots. Notable, especially, is the up angle coverage when Mark bends Bailey over the arm of a couch and goes to town on her lovely ass.