All sex, with annoying cross-cutting between two or more scenes (endlessly back and forth) is all you get in this Italian stinker.
Star Moana is plenty horny, either humping or watching others do the same. Jon Dough got a free trip to Europe to service her on a stairway and share her on a couch with Rocco Siffredi.
Director Mario Bianchi, one I considered reliable, louses up here.
