Though the "documentary" concept is familiar, BSH offers sizzling, satisfying ethnic erotica because the execution is often riveting. (Some of the gals, purportedly, are actual hookers.) Aside from some nifty hand-held videography, the cornerstone of the series' success rests squarely with T.T. Boy, the main john on a perpetual hunt for delicious dark meat.
Unencumbered by clumsy written dialogue, T.T.'s definitely in his element, adlibbing the negotiations and making the most of his hard-spent dinero. Even in a predetermined scenario, he clearly enjoys paying for bootie. T.T.'s sexual attitude -- dare we call it "a savage grace"? -- is ruthlessly demanding on the hired help.
Intense expressions and rough body language reveal that the Boy doesn't give a rodent's rotten ass if the girls are getting off or not. It's his dime, damn it, and he'll put 'em through every position in the book! Most of the women won't eat his spoo, but he shoves his mighty ass-to-mouth hot shots in their faces anyway. Classic cocksmanship!
Naomi, the only recognizable face, also has a sexy tumble with Dave Cummings and she loves the flave of jizz. Stock it!