Pro-am's a tough gig. Part of the appeal is the something rough-hewn and honest about its awkwardness. It's our industry at its most accessible: Many pornophiles start with pro-am (a known quantity) and, interestingly, end up there, too (the unpredictability of the really real). After so many years of honing one's inner voyeur to respond to slick (and too often cold) production value, ill-advised copycat mainstream storylines, earnest if not-quite-convincing acting and "heat" that's all artifice and no passion, pro-am is the last bastion (and the first guard) of pornography. It is this very realness that is the genre's greatest strength and saddest weakness. While nothing touches the erotic power of the unguarded moment, almost everyone can agree that slogging through one more minute of a static-camera-on-tripod middle-aged display of unedited, sloppy fucking is a fate worse than death.

Enter Dirty Newcummers. Hooker-with-the-heart-of-gold-like Brooke Hunter is the comely (in a pro-porn way) hostess for this really delicious WildLife venture, where new or nearly-new girls are paired with (mostly male) porno pros to exercise mild fantasies. Four starts off with dynamite Dominica Leoni, whose translator has indicated for the 18-year-old Prague piece of ass that her fantasy is to "be a fuck toy." Big smile from Dominica as Hunter imparts her wish. Enter Valentino and John Strong who deliver, tag-teaming her mouth and pussy and giving her what she asks for. The face-fucking is especially delirious, although Dominica's girl-on-a-swing gamesomeness throughout many positions is delightful to behold. Valentino gets her ass, to boot; lucky odysseur.

Hungarian Bolivia Samsonite gets a go with Jay Ashley; her name's been noted in enough European cast lists (and her demeanor's adequately been-around-the-block) that her claim to having previously done "only one movie" is more than suspicious, but we'll just assign her the stateside benefit of the doubt and grant her amateur status on our turf. Anyway, her beauty merits slack. Hunter herself takes a crack at (pity, this) already-talkin'-it-up-like-the-big-girls Nevada Blue; juicy and smart Aailyah Yi takes everything Tyce Buné can hand out and gets lost in it; and pretty, totally self-conscious Kitty may make it to the big-time, if she can relax.

Throughout, Hunter is generous and gracious, extolling the virtues of all performers, talking up the girls and appreciating their bods and talent, and generally being a cheerleader for the cause. She's the perfect mix of maternal comforter and utter debaucher, first showing off the girls' attributes (common to them all? "Great little ass") and then guaranteeing them that they're going to get "taken care of" by this or that "top porn performer." And they do.