Three hours of Bluebird porn is ruined when company owner Paul Chaplin shows up in one scene, anxious to hump his employees. He gets the better of two greats, Sensual Jane and Stacey Saran - ugh!!
Otherwise we get silly lesbian sex, built around the dumb premise of mechanic Ella Mai anxious to open a garage business of her own. The improvised dialog is worthless, as is the anti-logic of the minimal set-up story material.
Just another excuse to trot out the troupe of Bluebird "Glambirds", servicing each other and unfortunately letting their vanity production boss Chaplin have his way with two ot them.
Otherwise we get silly lesbian sex, built around the dumb premise of mechanic Ella Mai anxious to open a garage business of her own. The improvised dialog is worthless, as is the anti-logic of the minimal set-up story material.
Just another excuse to trot out the troupe of Bluebird "Glambirds", servicing each other and unfortunately letting their vanity production boss Chaplin have his way with two ot them.