by
Joi Behrend
If I had a red throbbing clit icon, this flick would rate two clits out of five. Five clits must be earned—I want to cum and think about the scenes and actors all day afterwards.
So, there's eight guys tripping somewhere in So Cal, shirtless, chanting and drumming, sitting in a circle in the sun. The leader of the psychedelic, pornographic male bonding day, a Jim Morrison look-alike, declares that they must have a "ritual gangbang" to consummate the macho bonding process. Luckily, they wander into a field where Holli Woods is stripping on a bed. Sadly, Holli is a dead lay. Either it's that, or she doesn't really dig fucking six guys at the same time. She doesn't even start moaning until two guys stick their hands inside her and a third rubs her clit like a fucking magic lamp. Wish for some lube, boys. She was dry and uncoordinated, to say the least, but she did liven up a bit during the buttslamming and sweetly blew bubbles with loads of cum they shot into her mouth. Miss Maci is a super freak who knows how to work a teepee and then brazenly goes outside and fucks every man she encounters. She puts two cocks in her mouth at the same time and looks as if she wishes it could be more. The athletic diva of dick can fuck while doing a split, jerking off one guy and sucking a third, okay?! She's fierce, so just FF past Holli if you want to get busy. If only Zane hadn't been tripping when he decided to use all the awful psychedelic effects and the hypnotic soundtrack, I would have told you to drop everything and Tune In, Turn On and Jack Off.
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