Avant Garde

In a dimly lit red room wrapped in plastic, two women (Gal Ritchie, Katrina Colt) slice through the hanging sheets with calm confidence. Glossy black latex clings to their shapes, hips and asses left provocatively bare. A blindfolded man (Seth), awaits bound to a chair, breath tight with need. They circle him, tongues skimming his throat and jaw, savoring every flinch. The women sway together in a slow, synchronized dance, then kneel between his legs, trading turns to coat and tease him with spit-slicked mouths. When they finally free him, all three collide in a shared rhythm--hands roaming, mouths finding, bodies moving in lockstep until the room hums with raw, dissolving pleasure.