Someone throw some wood on this fire, please. It’s a cold and disconnected world. There’s no heat. It’s not the fault of the T-girls—each one is very cute. But it’s infuriating to see not even an acknowledgement from the guys that they have cocks. There’s nothing worse than a good tranny cock going unnoticed, unappreciated and unused. Don’t these guys get it? The best part about watching this genre is the abundance of cum shooting, and there’s a saddening lack of T-girl cum here.

The first scene ekes by with two very tired T-girls, just trying to stay awake long enough to get through it. Maybe they had been out partying all night and needed some rest, which is understandable, and undeniably hot. But there’s nothing very sexy about the shabby leopard sheet or green couch they’re fucking on. It’s daylight, and they need to go to sleep.

Bruna Ninfa is a truly beautiful specimen. She’s all natural, soft and has a perfectly tight ass. The guy who fucks her is a waste of flesh. There’s nothing redeeming about an ungrateful tranny-fucker. He kisses her mouth, tongues her little boobs, sucks on her asshole, but not her dick. It’s as if he’s threatened by it, or scared of the power that is her fully equipped body. Is he just an ungenerous lover and performer? If so, then he needs to start doing his homework and learn how to fuck for the audience. Perhaps it’s a darker issue he’s conflicted with. If he’s so concerned with portraying himself as “straight,” then maybe he should fuck a biological girl!

That’s the main concern with this movie, along with a few other flaws, minor in comparison to that basic principal. Nearly all of the six scenes are shot in the exact same spot. The sunlight blares into the camera, which is not even cute for an amateur look. But they got lucky with the menu music, which is actually kind of soothing, for techno. The quantity of scenes is an attempt to maybe make up for what it’s lacking in male talent. The T-girls have great attitudes, though, despite what they have to put up with.