With her recent directorial efforts, Kayden Kross has proven that she’s a considerable force behind the camera. In Cheater Cheater, she shows that she’s still capable of generating considerable heat in front of the lens. This paean to infidelity kicks off with Kross, a classic, curvy blonde, ferociously confronting mahogany vixen Ana Foxxx about coming on to her man. In a particularly gratifying example of conflict resolution, the hair-pulling, choking and slapping give way to kissing and caressing. The resultant sex scene is given further spark by the overtones of lingering vengeance—Kross digs her fingers into Foxxx’s girl gulch like it’s a sink drain she dropped her wedding ring into and swats Foxxx’s ass with a hairbrush. Revenge seldom comes sweeter than this, and as always with Kross’s offerings, the lighting and camerawork are warm and intimate. Elsewhere, Amber Rose-esque sexpot Arie Faye—whose thighs could surely crush your skull like a walnut—takes a delightfully deep dicking. The only real quibble with Cheater Cheater comes in the trout-lipped, mammoth-mammed form of Bridgette B., who gets with horse-hung Stallion before returning to her main squeeze, Manuel Ferrara. Bridgette B. is attractive enough. Still, essentially using the same actress in two consecutive sex scenes suggests that the excessive padding here isn’t confined to Bridgette B.’s voluptuous physique. Overall, though, Cheater Cheater won’t leave you feeling ripped off. —P.D.R.