Orgy Masters 8

In this age of racial and political divide, it’s heartening to see that we can still come together on important issues, like the benefits of drilling tight, young snatch. There’s nothing in the way of concept to mull in Orgy Masters 8, just wall-to-wall, prick-hardening action. The first scene features five cock hounds bearing considerable charms: tattooed vixen Katrina Jade’s jaw-dropping milk mounds; Jojo Kiss’s wide-eyed, whore-nextdoor appeal; and Goldie Rush’s drum-tight dumpster bumps, which clap together in righteous self-applause as she rides a stiff cock. But as the gaggle of twats descends upon a trio of firm-loined black dudes, it becomes apparent that the MVP here is dong-hopper Casey Calvert. Despite her petite stature, Calvert gamely squats atop Lexington Steele and wriggles her sphincters down his legendary lamppost. Not content to risk a case of terminal hemorrhoids, Calvert allows another brother to break into her meat wallet while Steele deep-probes her innards. The viewer half-expects to hear something snap. At the close of the scene all of the orgy girls line up cheek-to-cheek, mouths agape like baby birds to receive their meal of nut nectar. Exotic sexpot Morgan Lee leads the charge next, fucking hard enough to make her tits sweat and taking a four-finger frigging that ends in a gusher of girl jizz. Orgy Masters 8 features masterful group sex, period.