It may be 110 degrees in Tucson, but the heat engendered by this film is far more scorching! It begins with a disc jockey announcing the temperature, a temperature that has not prevented Andy Hunter from going on his customary jog. As he jogs past a patrol car, the officers inside decide to get out of the heat, check into an air conditioned motel room, and beat their meat. Apparently these solo jerk-offs have often been a break from duty, but today it is to progress far beyond individual pud-pulling. It is soon equally apparent that Ray Dragon, the elder of the patrolman, has a thing for...
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