Sao Paulo is crawling with she-males. You can't throw a rock in any direction without hitting one. However, this production simply never takes off, much of the blame due to incessant chatter behind the lens.

The shooter seems to be mesmerized by the most pedestrian objects, like a ceiling mirror above the bed. Those trying to ball underneath it are well aware of its presence but they keep being told to look at their reflections. The performers are never let alone to enjoy their encounter; instead they're peppered with relentless, "Do you like it?" and, "Look at that big dick!" type comments. (This may explain why some of the TGirls have trouble concentrating on keeping it up.)

Retailing: Trans fans.