Dan T. Mann, that raconteur, bon vivant, and snappy fornicator, has written, directed, and has a leading role in White Chocolate (although “written” would indicate, at least to me, that a script was involved).  The feature actor and actresses seem to be more inclined to wing it, and less inclined to follow a structured set of lines.  At least when called upon to emote physically, they seem to be more at home, since the “Oh’s” and the “Ooh’s” and the “Ah’s” carry the most sincerity.

The three guys and the four girls are all at a house in the country for some reason that the script, or improv, provides them, and they pair and triplicate off in 80 minutes of sex for sex sake.