When I read the name Black Bachelor, I was expecting a cheesy interracial pornographic spin on the now "classic" mainstream reality TV show of similar title now enjoying its fifth season in primetime. Instead, I find myself suffocating on so much black cock and repeatedly hit over the head by white, Asian and even ebony pussy that I don't even know where I am anymore. It's chaotic and not in the slightly dazed, confused Brit-Kev-Fed home video way.  There are so many links that the actual content amount is seems impossible to determine at first. 

On the What's New page, I counted at least 50 updates, now the issue with these is that some link to third party content, some to pictures, some to stories, some to videos and some to archives of more updates. I would say there are hundreds of videos and galleries to see, however at least three sections are easily counted.

Photosets described as Gallery Archives contain 10 pages of 10 sets each, 100 galleries total of pictures ranging from video grabs to average-looking stills right up to the occasional high-res sets.  True, there are two sections labelled this way, but I noticed doubling between the two sections.

Videos under the numbered links to MPEG Vaults contain around 200 sets of clips in MPEG format. Some of them looked great, but the majority were slightly blurry with only good-quality stats. The sex involved is extremely hardcore and quite diverse.  In both video and photo content, I see lesbians, interracial, group sex, domination either male or female, solo masturbation and even the occasional tranny.  In one set, there was even a golden shower scene.

Extras include about 30 stories, 25 links to sample pictures and about three bonus sites closely linked to the main site. What I appreciated about the site was the pure raunchiness of much of the scenes. It's plenty filthy stuff.

However, despite initially being overwhelmed by the volume of links, I soon discovered that many were merely multiple ways of accessing the same main content. I don't like to be lost in a disorganized world of chaos (that's why I dumped Britney), where one is never sure if the feeling of déjà-vu is coincidence or reality. Nevertheless, with a highly competitive price, for some of you getting lost in interracial cream maybe is a dream.