When Jodie Moore finds herself the target of a group of Satan worshippers looking for a virgin maiden to carry the spawn of Lucifer, Jodie has to get fucked – or get FUCKED! Fortunately, selazebag Marty Romano is happy to help fuck her out of the running. Hey, hang on, Marty - no one said anything about ANAL!

Evading near capture from secret agent Austin Prowler, the evil Dr. Pussy (a.k.a. Rod Fontana) escapes into the future and is cryogenically frozen. But being out of the loop for thirty years has made his balls swell up with cum, leaving him in desperate need of a good shag. Lucky for him, the sexy and voluptuous Candy Apples is there to spread some fruitful lovin’ and relieve his thirty-year drought. After slurping on Candy’s clit, Rod plunges his cattle-prod into her warm, wet apple pie; rocking the finely crafted set design. With all of Candy’s yelling and screaming, he decides it’s time to get anal and slowly works his cock up her butt. Candy continues to scream and demands he fuck her ass harder. With the set ready to break, Rod has no choice but to squirt on her glasses, leaving something no glass cleaner could ever clean effectively – but that poop shoot of hers is cleaner than an eighty-year old nun at Sunday mass!

Don Hollywood’s the man! I hope I’m like him when I’m old and decrepit. After all, a man at his age, ramming a voluptuous gal like Brooke Hunter? That’s some inspiring shit right there! In fact, I’d probably break a hip just watching these folks. Ah, there it goes… I’m off to the infirmary!