SEXUAL ENCOUNTERS VOL. 2

Give director James Avalon credit for dependability. He has an adeptness at delivering tasteful erotica marked by warm light, tinkly piano soundtracks, voice-over narration and just enough plot to push everything along—kind of like a Lifetime movie with pop-shots. Sexual Encounters Vol. 2  is no exception, and that’s not a bad thing, especially when the assemblage of female talent is so strong. The concept is simple—couples meet up under a variety of circumstances and screw each other’s brains out—and the execution, likewise uncomplicated, gets the job done. Sweet-faced blonde Paige Owens and girder-groined swordsman Charles Dera meet on campus, with Dera offering to tutor Owens in trigonometry. This reviewer’s math skills aren’t the best, but it’s clear enough that Dera goes into Owens many, many times in a scene that ultimately equates to thick dollops of nad nectar spilling across her crotch. Asian enchantress Ember Snow plays a recent widow seeking comfort in the arms of her brother-in-law. Maybe “getting drilled like an oil field” should be added as a stage to the Kübler-Ross model of grief, because Snow’s tears give way to other bodily fluids—specifically a heavy coating of ball batter that covers her from tits to tuft like a soothing balm for her soul. Mammoth-as she’s put through a carnal workout that leaves her pretty face a marvelous mess of smeared makeup and nut scuzz. Sexual Encounters Vol. 2  won’t blow your mind, but you’ll blow your load just fine. —P.D.R.