In this movie from director John Stagliano brings us beautiful Leigh Raven as a juvenile graphic artist aiming to shine in her new job. In doing so, she strives to look as a plain professional, hiding her actual nature to her employer (Ramon Nomar). But the effort to hide her true self tears Leigh Raven apart, bringing her sleepless nights and nightmares, until a difficult customer (Markus Dupree) brings her over the breaking threshold and opens the Pandora’s Box of her sexuality.

It’s hard not to suggest the viewing of anything featuring Leigh Raven. She doesn’t just have a beautiful, sexy and provocative body. She is not just capable of bringing out tsunamis of lustful thought. She is also a good and convincing actress. Which, alone, makes all the difference in the world.

After five minutes of POV teasing and pleas for teaching her to squirt, you are basically ready to cut any part of your body she’s asking for and send it over via express courier. You are saved by self-mutilation by the change of view, and by the entrance of (director) Toni Ribas giving her what she is so convincingly asking for. Can’t blame him, seriously. She couldn’t take from me any thing that I will more willingly part withal, to borrow the words of that English guy.

And so, under the not so tender care of Toni Ribas’ expertise, we can finally see Emily’s wish come true, exploding in wet fireworks of pussy juice right in our face, a marvelous celebration of daughterly affection, carnal desire and wet debauched lust.