The TransAngels Motorcycle Club

Bad girls gone badder. Penned by Lena Kelly herself, and directed with humor, this raunchy tale of leather-clad beauties dealing with a rat amongst their number will please fans looking for a harder edge to their trans fix.

Kelly, cool and alluring with her body ink, blonde bob and leather bustier, flirts with Sean Michaels before he bends her over a desk, rips apart her tight pants and rims her before stuffing her aggressively with his python. Kelly’s celebrated talent for trash talk, gloriously spit-sloppy blowjobs and riding cock like a woman starving is in full effect. Michaels, no slouch, takes everything she throws at him.

Jessica Fox, a sultry, raven-haired stunner, wields a whip as she teases and torments a bound Mason Lear, who takes her cock in his mouth while chained up. Fox then binds Lear on his knees to aggressively pound him into submission before they flip roles and she allows Lear to eat her out and then rides him with smooth precision, perky breasts at full attention.

Third and final scene finds Kelly and Fox roping in lanky beauty Casey Kisses to have their way with Sherman Maus, who plays a key role in the storyline. Maus, typically a wild kinkster onscreen, play a nebbish in a lab coat who openly enjoys being thoroughly dominated by aggravated, horny women who bind-and-gag and torture him in hurts-so-good ways, including several episodes of being simultaneously milked and fisted by Kelly.

(As the scene opens, the ladies interrupt Kelly as she’s about to dive into a cherry-topped cupcake with a knife and fork. “Nothing like a little dinner after a long day of committing crimes,” she quips.)

Effective costuming adds to the overall mood, while crisp cinematography focuses on close-ups and clear angles. A strong, entertaining effort.