Cunt – Avant Garde

In a dimly lit red room wrapped in plastic, two women slice through the hanging sheets with calm confidence. Glossy black latex clings to their shapes, hips and asses left provocatively bare. A blindfolded man , 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.