The director's job in adult fare is to incite their cast into a frenzy and then capture the results from some kind of creative perspective. Dale Jordan has chosen, instead, to begin each scene in exactly the same manner: His camera trails from below as the girls climb a set of stairs and mouth off some disingenuous tease dialogue; followed by perfunctory rolls in the hay.

Just when a flicking of the "off" button on our remote seemed inevitable, along comes the Trinity Post/Guy DeSilva connection. Their aggressive give and take attitude is exemplified by a vigorous mouth fucking and throat choking while they rut like lemmings who've just heard the two-minute warning gun. Had the other scenes contained even half the energy these two generate, WSBN would be a must-see production.