Talk about cunny-nundrums. Here's a series in which its sparkling travelogue footage and tasty Euro-babe elements are nullified by tepid chemistry and highly contrived scenarios.
Although Zora Banks receives directorial credit, she basically performs the hosting duties. Frankly, she doesn't stand a chance while under the Svengali-like influence of loquacious videographer Frank Thring. (Not that we have anything against the guy. When inspired, he's a top dog pornographer.)
In any case, a series of impossible coincidences finds the filmmakers stumbling upon their Sapphic subjects in the unlikeliest of locations - a castle, a junkyard, an office building, etc. - all dressed to the nines and chowing down on pussy. Butt munching and toy play also play a dramatic role in these encounters, but sadly, the orgasmic bell never rings true blue. (Had the ridiculously padded-out intros been excised, Girl + Girl 9 might've made an acceptable wall-to-wall effort.)