Five black scenes. On a couch, a skinny dude massages a man who has many beaded pigtails. Skinny gets Beads' very sheer shorts off and deep-throats a skyscraper cock. Beads' beautifully manicured fingers find squishy asshole. He commands, "Let me fuck that ass like I'm fucking this face." He fucks it much harder than any face could stand, then says, "I feel a hell of a lot better." On another couch, a pigtailed-but-not-beaded youth and a big, muscled one with a baby-chick crown-cut who says he has canceled all his business meetings for this noisily undo belts and pants. With a studded tongue, Pigtail eats out Big's gaping gut-end till Big mutters "I think I feel like getting plowed" and lifts his large legs. Pigtail piggishly fucks tail till both men gleam with sweat. Pigtail comes thickly in that delightful dimple at the top of Big's buttcrack. On yet another couch, Shavehead and Cornrows break a clinch to "get more comfortable," dumping layers of clothes. Cornrow takes a cornholing crudely bent over the couch, but it gets almost mystic when he turns and sits and rides Shavehead's shaft face to face. And always a bit mystic is the supermanly presence of Sexcyone, who here makes a much taller twink kneel to suck Sexcy-cock erect enough to fuck twink-tail on an armchair that seems built to hold a bottom firmly in place doggie-style for a nearly feral fucking. Cover couple: A near-white linebacker-type devoutly eats much darker meat. Dark feels around inside Whitie's black shorts, finds what he wants and fucks it. Whitie rides on Dark, bending over to see where dark dick goes into him.
RETAILING: Five black scenes are more than fine for Bacchus fans. Sexcyone always delivers.