Is this a literary masterpiece? not even close. The plot is slow and predictable, the writing very repetitive and the characters are all two dimensional idiots. But is this exquisitely filthy? Abso-freaking-lutely.
The intimate scenes are unique, with ingenious correogrephy, each one an opus of spicy, sloppy, unapologetic tangle of muscles, sweat, spit, and spunk.
The audio performers had great, steady tones, but one of them articulated things a bit juviniley (wolf is pronounced woof).
Don’t expect this to be a romance novel.