In that scene, the luscious Andi Anderson returns for another shot at a humongous black tubby pole. So we open with Andi thumbing through one of her favorite”stroke”mags, one featuring pictures of her favorite rap stars, and while dreaming about one of their swarthy spears penetrating her fleshy juice box, she rubs one out for our entertainment. While she is in the throes of her fantasy of mega brown meat, Ice pops in, and offers Andi her heart’s desire. She pounces on his lengthy meatpipe, and doesn’t let go till he’s balls deep in her oozy cootchie, and she’s singing orgasm arias! Ice finishes with one of his patented firehose blasts, and she licks up the errant shot off the couch behind her.