Creative and compelling camerawork coupled with hot, hot Hungarian bodies, a dry sense of humor, and interesting, mostly European locales make this tape a winner.

John Leslie plays a bumbling, mumbling lecher, who finds lovely women, caresses their bodies with his camera lens and his hand, and then shoot them in compromising positions. Between scenes, Leslie appears, speaking non-sequiturs, telling open-ended stories, and smoking cigarettes in a run-down room. He mumbles about wanting to "find these bitches by themselves, and play with them a little," but mourns that "they always seem to wanna fuck wile I'm around.'

Perhaps, but the plight of the lecher is that he's unfuckable; he can only watch, dally a bit, and enjoy the view. Until the last scene, where Leslie gets a bitch to go down on him - only then does he allows himself to touch the crotches of the gals he's shooting.

The first scene is shot in a men's room, where Wendy and Emanuel show off their perfectly-shaped, rounded, cellulite-free asses, before getting themselves entangled with one another while wearing only their high heels. When they are suddenly interrupted by studly Reinhard, they take advantage of the poor guy, devouring his dick with their asses, pussies, and mouths.

Nikki Anderson is discovered walking down the street in very small pink shorts and a tiny tank top. Leslie the lecher talks her into coming along with him. His first-person camera examines every inch of her perfect body before his hand is seen in the frame, caressing her and delving into her pussy. In a hair salon, Dorian Lux and Leslie Taylor join in and go the whole nine yards, from fabulous cock-guzzling to double penetration.

While Rita and John Leslie stare voyeuristically into a home where some fucking looks like it might take place, cute brunette Rita gets all hot and bothered and trespasses, watching Offilia and Zoltan Cowboy off-guard. Of course, they can't resist the charms of the tomboyish Rita, who wears a backwards baseball cap and gets off in the fabulous and frisky threesome which follows.

Lovely, blond Judith grant is discovered walking around on her balcony wearing white fishnet pants. She spends a lot of time showing the lecherous camera her great ass before retiring to her living room, where a denim-clad John Walton voraciously laps her asshole with his very pointy tongue before fucking her silly.

In the last, long scene, Ilana Moore, wearing a full-length black evening gown, is hangin' in a scuzzy warehouse, checking out the homeless men. She scams on Brian Surewood and Mark Davis, who are the most lovely street scum you'd ever hope to meet. Curiously clean for lacking a shower in their squatter's dive, DAvis and Surewood are game to have their cocks sucked before they both fuck Moore, both separately and together.

Though the videography in this epic-ly long, sex-filled tape appears at first glance to be casual, it is carefully choreographed and quick-moving. Extreme angles and excellent lighting continue throughout, making the tape eminently watchable, with no need to ever employ the fast foreword function.