Women demanding (and receiving) pleasure is the general theme of these scenes, all highly erotic and beautifully shot. Kayden Kross’ vignettes have the most economical setups: just a few details reveal character.

Janice Griffith, bespectacled, is doing paperwork at her desk. Mickey Mod, a bit older, makes a correction in her document. But he can’t get himself to make physical contact. “Come here,” Janice orders. “Sit down.” He gets on the floor, kisses her stiletto-shod feet. She licks his crotch, slow and sexy. Then she’s on top of him on the desk, riding his dick. She tells him when he can cum. It’s on her ass. She forces his head between her legs and makes him eat her pussy until she cums too.

Ivy Wolfe strides into a bedroom where Michael Vegas is on his phone with a business deal. He ignores her until she shatters her glass of champagne on the hardwood floor. “Oops.” Michael throws her on the bed, spanks her butt, eats her pussy. They fuck with their foreheads pressing together—two obstinate lovers. He pounds her in mish with his hand on her throat, and her eyes roll back in her head.

Isiah Maxwell prepares a bubble bath, neatly placing little round candles around the rim. “Are you done?” Eliza Ibarra wants to know. He carefully folds his shorts, gets in tub with her, then insists on shaving her legs, lovingly. She insists he kiss her. They do all their fucking in the shower, in various positions, with a particularly hot reverse cowgirl.

Giselle Palmer slices veggies in the kitchen and remembers being tied up in bed by Ricky Johnson. He holds her by her neck, her hands bound behind her back. The thought makes her wet. “You will cum when I say you can cum.” The bed rocks as he pounds her, gripping her throat. She winds up bouncing on the dick as the light fades outside the big windows. She looks at him lovingly as he preps his cumshot, his fist under her chin.