Anneke (on the left) and Indiana (on the right) chat for a bit about their preferred masturbatory daytimes (or nightimes), finding a groove after shedding a few items of clothing. Anneke takes out two remote controlled pint-sized silver vibrators, one for each of them, and begins massaging her short haired kitten, while Indiana tends to her own via a few fingers, both above their panties. They pull their pairs off in a close unison, falling deeper into the couch cushions as they keep steadily on side by side, exploring themselves with closed eyes. The huffing and puffing climbs to an eventual close, with Anneke jarring herself into ecstasy, while Indiana, as before, finds solace in both the physical and mechanical devices at her disposal. Nicely done!
[Scene Two] Mandy & Kiki
Lying in bed together, Mandy (the faired hued) and Kiki (the coffee creamed) scheme a hushed plot to share a thrill or two together while the boyfriend is out and away. Kiki is more pursuant of Mandy's cuddly affection, in stance above her companion as the two become more naked by the minute. They exchange kisses and paddle through their final items of cloth, residing beside each other while keeping eyes on the cusp of shut, hands furrowing below. Kiki shoots a few stray glances directly into the mounted camera, though the buzzing wrists of each girl is enough to distract you from those minor idylls. A conclusive orgasm finds each beauty rallying toward their respective finish line, composed a few moments later in favor of that pesky boyfriend, upon returning. Quietly blue, the scene cranks the lover's lane ride in an upward fashion like two swans coasting dreamily along.
[Scene Three] Angie & Krystin
Angie (the especially busty, seated) and Krystin (the tiny redhead on the cover, atop a couch) keep their glances in a murmured locked line, tossing away their upper and under garments with an equal speed. Angie twiddles with her legs cocked apart, pinching her oversized nipples as Krystin whips out a purple vibrator which she plunges between her tightly held legs. As they progress, they draw closer, with Krystin shifting to a near-fetal position as she tips the brim of her excitable cup, falling on her stomach as the final moments push her past climax town. Angie does her own amount of solo work, though she seems to prefer watching over touching, right now. I do wish we could have been privy to more of Krystin, though Angie's voluptuousness did help the scene's cause a great deal.
[Scene Four] Indiana
Solo time for Indiana, who we find already naked with one leg for a more comfortable spread of masturbatory threading. She actively keeps her breasts and firm legs in a weaving patter of hand gracing, focusing her greatest attention on her moistened fingers meeting her thinly veiled sweet meat. A two-fingered plunge seats Indiana in the catbird seat, billowing out a few droplets of vocal effort as the catharsis expels her relief into the physical world. I would have preferred to see more of a buildup from clothed to naked, but Indiana's grapple with herself is quite satisfying in its accelerated pace.
[Scene Five] Phoenix
We may not see Phoenix's face too clearly during her scene (I would say that she resembles the put-upon Carly Parker, but I could be dead wrong), but we witness the most outwardly physical performance/capture of the entire disc, courtesy of her trim and honey-flavored body contorting as a result of the kind of expert knob twiddling reserved for self-love professionals (we're everywhere!). After opening her farmboy's shirt to allow the cool air to catch her nipples attention, Phoenix pushes her ten digits in a swooping motion above her summer shorts, unbuttoning and pulling her pair up and tossed aside. With one hand spreading her pussy lips apart, the other wiggles the tip of her quim, eking out a set of orgasmic blasts that are soon matched with the full force of a few inserted fingers. The waves crash down yet again, with even more severity, causing Phoenix to recoil and catch her breath as she draws in shorter and shorter clumps of air, her eyes firmly closed and tiny lips quivering. She caresses herself tenderly, once and for all taking off that shirt and falling backward in awe at her own power, fading the scene out. I was just about speechless when it was all said and done, and you will be, too!
[Scene Six] Angie
Angie flips through the pages of an undisclosed magazine, rifling through her upper and lower drawers, surrounding her thick and busty features with her left hand. She pops her dress off, pinching her nipples when not submersing her open palms and fingers across her parted undies. After doing away with that tiny bit of fabric, Angie employs both hands above her sparkled jewels, with the wet results chiming in as she wows and flutters a solitary rhythm until she's finally spent. Angie isn't as in-your-face as Phoenix, though her own brand of shuttling off is vocal enough in and of itself (thank goodness for good microphones!). Squeaky clean, I always say!
[Scene Seven] Dennie & Dom
Starting, as some of their costars have, with an eye-to-eye glance, Dennie and Dom almost never let go, like an unstoppable staring contest, though this time with a heady dose of getting off! The intensity starts off nonchalant enough, progressing into a near mirror-imaging of bared breasts, open legs, and freed panties. Dennie and Dom seem to be having a grand time of it all, though, as the final results bear fruit, Dennie (the brunette) passes the finish line with a cry of "I'm gonna cum!", leading Dom to take herself past that line soon afterward. Lovely together, that's what they are, and Dennie, with her razorcut and smoky eyes, really stood out among the two. It helps that she's practically leading the scene, though Dom does a nice share of exciting passes herself.
[Scene Eight] Abigail
We find Abigail creaking atop a papasan chair, ruffling her clouded skirt from the outside and lifting it to reveal a underwearless crotch with a peacock feather pattern of hair greeting us - a wonderful growth pattern! She gains a comfortable seat after a bit of hemming and hawing around the pillows, slathering her twigs and berry with a keen set of fingers and palm piloting. Her eyes stay closed, opening only to adjust her wrists' aim, at times lifting her opposite arm, nose close to the open pit, as if to sniff at her most animal of personal scents (well, almost). I kept imagining her licking her closely held armpits, but instead Abigail kept on her quiet bubbling of excitement, burning up from within. And from there, the rollercoaster slows down and stops.
Four lone trailers are the only extras this time around, though the feature itself is certainly enough to keep anyone in the Abby Winters business, I would venture to say.
Presented in anamorphic 1.85:1, the disc held a vibrant set of colors, yielded from the indoor lighting setups which were true to life and only occasionally emitting glare (Anneke & Indiana's scene, in particular). The only segment which lacked a real crispness was Angie & Krystin's, often seeming distant and hazing the colors into a slightly erratic wheel of eggshell and yellow tones. Even on a tube setup, the image is bright and sweetly rich, retaining a good amount of detail on a higher definition set. The audio track is presented in standard 2.0 channel stereo, and catches every whiff, smack and twiddle with a surprising amount of accuracy. However, the introductory soundtrack (think "That's Just the Way It Is" by Bruce Hornsby & the Range) which brings in each scene can sometimes be a bit daunting and louder than the actual source sound, and as well the minutia of an empty room can sometimes bring out soft instances of machines humming in the background, and even outdoors. Thankfully, these flaws are easy to look past (well, not the music), but the affair is largely without glaring omissions or deadly missteps. Good work!
Exit Music/Things We Learned Here Today
The pacing of Erotic Moods
really does resemble a fairground ride. If it were, Phoenix would be the highest peak, and both Abigail and Anneke and Indiana would be the respective comedown and slow warm-up that accompany the best attractions. The overall variety of girls and pairings is quite nice, though I do wish that Angie could liven her pace up a bit (sorry!), as I do have a fondness for her bright white buzooms. To that same token, Krystin could be better served with more screen time, as the solitary camera set-up can obscure some of the more interesting aspects of the scenes. I do respect the restraint in that choice, however, but being as I am inundated with media from all angles, all the time, it's nice to find that somewhere, even in porn, someone is offering up their view of things, either as they truly are, or possibly can be. As far as taking the soft effects of such a delectable set of ladies to heart, I am, once again, pretty smitten! Erotic Moods
may not hit home runs every time, but it sure is one nutty ride.