Kit Mercer's pale skin is a counterpoint to her bright-red lingerie, stockings and stilettos as she undulates on an indoor balcony and in front of a mirror in the tease preceding scene one. When she hits the bed, the lingerie comes off and she starts exploring herself in preparation for the arrival of Manuel Ferrara, who supplants her fingers with his tongue. He worshipfully appraises her ("Look at that!") as he mouths and fingers her pussy, giving her a finger to suck and pushing her to near-orgasm before he even gets his pants down. The scene has passion and a feeling of improvisation instead of falling back on the familiar oral-oral-three-positions-pop template.

Aiden Ashley eyes the camera on an outdoor balcony, swirling a translucent feather-edged robe around her translucent lingerie as we enjoy the view. The scene goes from solo to twosome when she pushes her bare ass toward camera and Ferrara enters nose-first as she reacts in closed-eyed pleasure, which she continues, gasping and moaning, through the end of the scene where she sucks Ferrara's spent dick and fingers the spoo off her torso into her mouth.

Well-inked Brianna Dymond struts up a staircase as the camera shoots up at her (those big roses across her ass must have hurt) and then examines her in close-up, flashing a pensive smile as the camera zeroes in on her face. Ferrara walks in on her and greets her with a pally slap on the ass, fingering her as squishy sounds echo on the otherwise silent soundtrack. He guides her through the scene, moaning, "Fuck!" and "Slow ... take your time," while maintaining intense eye contact throughout.

Euro-veteran Mandy Bright is stateside for scene four, double-teasing in front of a mirror and in a kitchen in patent leather (stilettos, black; lingerie, red) before she's joined by Ferrara, who buries his face in her boobs before she kneels down and stars sucking his cock like it's an air hose and she's been underwater too long. Their 30-minute sex scene unfolds like a '30s-movie dance routine or a well-rehearsed baseball double play: these are practiced professionals performing their craft.

Kudos to the uncredited camera operator(s) tasked with following Ferrara and his scene partners as they improvise their way through the scenes, never missing a shot or losing the action to a misplaced hip or awkwardly positioned arm or leg.