Filmmakers, take note. If you ever get to the point where you are filming Volume Eight of something, think of the public and take pity on us! Chances are, your series peaked at about Volume Three.

In a nutshell, seven black men - all are attractive, and Bobby Blake is one of the sexiest black men you'll ever see - are in the midst of an orgy in someone's back yard. For the first 45 minutes, they suck each other, some remaining hard, some soggy. The remaining 20 minutes are of Blake and a guy who looks like a cross between Fabio and Chris Dano fucking two of the smaller black men, Ricky Parker included.

Now, if you remove the background noise and activity - barking dogs, crying babies, airplanes zooming overhead, cameras whirring and flashing and the director (whoever that may be) shouting orders for the entire hour-plus - then this film is for you.

There are a few redeeming qualities: Blake is sexy and always hard, and the men appear to be into what they are doing. Andre Bolla sucks with gusto, and the Fabio guy has a great cum shot. But the good moments are literally lost in all the bad editing and annoying looping.

So, if you are looking for quality, I suggest you find another recipe for this brand of mocha entertainment.

- Jeremy Spencer