If Nacho plans to carve a Rocco-sized reputation out for himself in the industry, he's doing a damn good job. He's already basing a big portion of his activities out of Prague. Unlike the L.A. sect of performer/directors that swing either silly or rude, Nacho's got Latin fever going for him. Once he beads a chick between his snake eyes, he mesmerizes her with romantic whispers and undulations. They can't help but give him like treatment, mirroring his movements down to the floor. Nacho picks them up and puts them down with the grace of a ballroom dance instructor - nothing manhandled. The action is confidently paced. Slow motion ass grinding is given as much time as heavy ass fucking, and a score of creative positions in between are explored as well.

That none of the women look like cartoon bimbos is another testament to Nacho's charm. Vanessa, in particular, is made from breathtaking supermodel alloys, radiating a white complexion as fine as ceramic glaze. Albaro's camerawork, sensitive to skin tone and texture, couldn't make her look any better. The Architectural Digest quality interiors don't get in the way either.