These "unsuspecting" brides-to-be arrive at Matt Bixel's crib with promises of green cards dancing in their heads. Naturally, he must first see if they'll make suitable spouses by having them don bridal veils while giving him head, etc. Hey, if a lame scam scenario works once - why not work it to death?
Each segment skips down an identical path, with all roads leading to mechanical fucking and a facial wrap-up. Bixel's style of banging is hardly worth the plane fare, but the girls do what they can to perk up the head trip.