Sex Machines 2

Mechanization has been a double-edged sword for our society. On the one hand, advanced technology has led to increased productivity and more leisure time. On the other hand, anyone who’s lost their job to a machine can tell you all about the downside of having too much free time. Sex Machines 2 is likewise a mixed bag. Things kick off with Indica Flower, a scruffy-looking brunette with knotted-up dreadlocks, a nose ring and scribbly tattoos on various parts of her body—she looks like a wastrel you’d see on the side of the road trying to hitch a ride to Burning Man. One can practically smell the mix of patchouli oil, pot smoke and pussy juice through the TV screen. She also has stupendous, heaving tits and a tight, rubbery booty that claps hypnotically on command. Lamentably, Flower’s pre-sex intro drags on like a Jerry Garcia guitar solo. It takes nearly 20 minutes for Manuel Ferrara to wander into the camera frame to do his damage—but once he does, it’s game on, as the brutish French woodsman humps Flower’s tits, pounds her pussy and unloads a prodigious wad on her mug. Fist-fuckers with more conventional tastes will take a liking to svelte, pretty blonde Kenna James, who gets a thorough working over from Ferrara—pinched nipples, finger-ravaged asshole and all—before the man fires an thick fusillade of ball batter that streaks from James’ hip bone to her forehead. Despite some unevenness, you’ll be able to get on up to Sex Machines 2. —Pico D. Ribibi