Review

Plot twist: In Snowballs 2 it’s snowy outside. That’s about the only difference between this effectively juicy boy-fuck flick and just about every other boy-fuck flick produced by my favorite porn fiends in Sweden, S.E.V.P.

At the risk of sounding redundant, all of the S.E.V.P. pics are on par with each other: efficient if uninspired technical attributes; amateurish though highly excitable young lads; random electro-porn music (or none); and, sequence for sequence, textbook examples of sexual acts every consenting viewer ought to recognize as unsafe. Lest we forget, this is porn… it’s fantasy… so don’t try this at home, kids.

Typically plotless, and with mercifully little dialogue (just the occasional heavily accented broken-English "Oh, yeah, fock me! Fooooock me!"), Snowballs 2 is stacked with smooth nicely hung cuties - some of ’em muscular and twenty-something, some of ’em precious twinks who look to be a few days older than 18 years.

The familiar S.E.V.P. cabin once again serves as the scene of the wintry depravity. By the end of the day, knobs have been spit-shined, nuts have been busted (on each others’ eager faces) and asses have been invaded by big cocks unsheathed.

 -- Beef Stroganoff

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