Title: All That Ass The Orgy #5 Studio: Black Ice Director: Lee G. Cast: Angel Eyes, Sydnee Capri, Cherokee, Roxy Reynolds, Pinky, Mone Divine, De'Bella, Shadow Cat Genres:: Orgy, Big Butts, Big Tits, Black, Group Sex Condoms: No Reviewer: Don Luis

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When I interviewed the Black Ice girls here in NYC back in February, this was getting promoted as a proximal release. At the time, hearing veteran auteur Joe Wilson's descriptions of type and explanations of concepts, I must admit that my head was spinning. After having viewed this titanic production, I have to say that I have gotten no closer to stability in the time since, and I might suggest that you all keep a firm grip on not only the remote, but something firmly bolted to the ground because, my dear friends, you certainly are in for a lucious parade of asses that will leave you beside yourself.

To start off, things get rolling by watching a well matched couple sporting on the grounds surrounding the amazing home at which all of this sexual insanity was filmed. However, this should not detract from your enjoyment of this film - the participants do exactly what you or I would do given a completely enclosed back yard the size of a football field and proportionately large swingsets and jungle gyms: you would have as much hot mokey sex all over ever last inch of those places as possible while the kids are gone, and let the neighbors try to guess at what's happening on the other side of the barrier of trees. Luckily, this couple brought along a film crew, complete with sound and lighting engineers to immortalize it all for us.

But you came to this party to watch all the hot orgy action. There is definitely no lack of group work going on in this class, the primary evidence of that happening with an all girl free-for-all including Cherokee, Sydnee Capri, Jazmine Cashmere, Angel Eyes, and at least three other women that I couldn't readily identify. Angel Eyes was a popular pleasure receiver, frequently with no less than two other women working on her at any one time, and Cherokee, herself showing us her most salient feature, balanced the equation on the bedsheets. Indeed, we get to see one eager adept pistoning her fingers in and out of the lady chief's dripping pink center with such force that it would be possible to complete an in depth study of the principles of wave theory on her ass.

The true jewel in the lotus, however, is the final scene that boasts 25 (of the original 28 cast for this film, but, you won't miss the other three) women and I think every single one of the eligible bachelors in a three state radius.

Pinky and one other girl open this magnanimous montage, each servicing a pair of gentlemen from a kneeling position, as the sounds of other individuals filling the room, getting into position, finishing cell phone conversations, and the assorted other business necessary to prepare a horde of lusty beings for what inevitable end awaits them. Shortly after, we are finally privy to the goings on in the background, and it looks like every documentary I've ever seen about a player's ball: there is so much ass, and so much dick going into that ass that eventually it becomes not only difficult, but futile to even attempt to discern who is who, the embarassment of riches ranging in deliciousness from honey kissed wheat shades to dark chocolate brown. Neon-colored fishnet clothing straining to hold in the curvaceous flesh, and clear plastic heels help contextualize all the other shading here as the girls are twisted, bent over furniture, and contort themselves for every conceivable mixture of girl on girl on guy in the book. I might suggest at this point, that once this scene ends you take the track, rewind it back, and see the girl with the rhythm to make the booty go clap! The wrap up to this orgy scene looks like any three minutes of the Drunk on Cum series, and you should be prepared for that.

The BTS is a terribly enlightening adventure if you're ever planning one of these things for yourself, and the bonus scene is a track involving Roxy Reynolds - who has lost a little weight in the hips for ya, - and a mystery stud I've been unable to identify, though, I was viewing under the influence of assohol, so, I cannot be responsible for my reactions at that point in the evening, afternoon, whatever. This film engenders far too many of my burning desires at once and once it's safely in your hands, it will likely do the same for you.