He Came Inside My Hotwife 2

Today at one end of the spectrum we have Republican presidential candidates fighting battles that (except for card-carrying reactionaries) were pretty much settled a century or so ago. At the other end, the folks at Digital Sin/New Sensations are flooding the more open-minded market with nonsensical "hotwifing" videos. I'm not sure which is more annoying, at least theoretically (the NSDS stuff is harmless but the prospect of some GOP nut actually running the country is not).

This "cream pie" edition is fairly asinine, but par for the course. Each of the four vignettes is idiotic, designed to feature attractive women on the phone with their hubbies, supposedly being ordered to make love to some porno stud for the amusement of said demented husband. Why filmmaker Jacky St. James concocted this non-genre mystifies me, as does the label's insistence on running the stupid idea into the ground through repetition.

Cover girl and sexiest babe here is Lexxxi Nicole, yet another porn star who fell asleep at Ellis Island when being assigned a new name -apparently one X wasn't enough. Though her tattoos are passé, she has the big tits and energy to keep up with endlessly young porn humper Tyler Nixon, the Rob Lowe of XXX.

Oriental content is provided by Morgan Lee, working with Mr. heavy accent, Ramon. Though she goes uncredited completely, the unmistakable dulcet tones of Ms. St. James ring out in the narration for segment two - where Evan Stone is uncharacteristically tight lipped as he humps Keira Nicole at the behest of her better half. I would have thought Evan would be cast as the husband, but to save a buck in this edition none of the husbands appear on screen -saves plenty of dough by avoiding hiring actors for those useless non-sex appearances.

Remaining segment features unknown Bianca Breeze saddled with gonzo Jordan Ash, whose dick certainly can compete with anyone in the size department, but still refuses to craft a performance.

The main takeaway from this time-waster is how the veteran porn studs are ever-so-careful to tease out some spunk, almost gingerly, when they ejaculate, in order to demonstrate that the cream pie is real and not faked (with that old turkey baster off-camera gimmick). Yes, porn is more and more like 3-card Monte than an art form.