Filthy Films introduces Agent Filthy 0069, an agent who's anything but suave. Unzip the secret life of a spy who doesn't need a tux or a martini. With a license to thrill and a spy camera built into his glasses, Agent Filthy 0069 gets his bitches out of their britches with just a few cheap beers! These clueless cuties are ready to spread but have no idea they're being boned on camera, which makes it that much more fun to watch them squirm and squeal and beg to be fucked. Peer through our spyglass, and you'll be shaken and stirred by these jizz-hungry jezebels...we won't tell if you won't!

Filthy... Agent Filthy. License to thrill. He may not be able to dismantle a bomb, but he can get a wonder bra off that poor, unsuspecting female in 59 seconds or less without fast cars, fancy gadgets, or pricy alcohol. Your fellow pervs at Filthy Films know damn well which is the more valuable talent. This third installment of Agent Filthy 0069 sets its sizzling sites on brand new targets - lusty, busty targets that lurk in the shadows waiting to straddle our hero and ride him 'til he's too sore to be slick... or is it too slick to be sore? Either way - femme fatales have never had their defenses penetrated so hard. Agent Filthy: No tux. No bucks. Just hot, horny fucks.