Lena Paul, naked on a bed, watches Manuel Ferrara dress as the bedside clock clicks over to 15:42. "We should go," he says, pulling on a jacket, and she shakes her head, smiling. "Not yet." She flashes back to an office where she idly pulls off her wedding ring during a Zoom meeting, a chat with a colleague about a problem he has to fix at the Vegas office, and a sunlit drive with Ferrara. "Come back to bed," she purrs, "I'm not ready to give this day up yet." Ferrara decides maybe they shouldn't leave after all, leading to a scene that feels like a first-time go-round, even with these seasoned performers. An epilogue shows that the office colleague wasn’t just a co-worker.

Gianna Dior enters an elevator with a roll-on suitcase, thumbs the PH button. She walks into an apartment, calling "Barry...?" before kicking off her shoes and unpacking. "Six weeks I've been gone for work. We stopped texting each other 'goodnight' after week one. The 'good morning's stopped after week two," she grumps in voiceover. "I found my own way home from the airport." Still wide awake, she leaves her guy in bed to swim some laps to tire herself out, and meets Anton Harden, who's surprised that she's swimming alone. "I was a lifeguard, I can handle it," she snaps. "What's that supposed to mean?" A moment later, she's sitting on the pool's edge, a gold whistle on a gold chain around her neck. She blows the whistle in the classic everybody-out-of-the-pool cadence and Harden swims over, pushes her swimsuit aside, and kisses her full on the lips. She reciprocates on his cock and a night-lit scene with steam and lens flares follows in the pool and an indoor shower. 

Slimthick Vic, here billed as Vic Marie, sits in a theater alone as Troy Francisco plays piano on the stage. The viewer watches her theatrical fantasies as she imagines getting seduced by Francisco at—and on—a dinner table on the stage. When the piano performance ends, the dinner table is replaced with a bed, and an exuberant, enthusiastic scene follows.

Freya Parker preps a hors d'oeuvres platter for an oblivious Anton Harden who sits shirtless on a couch, watching a football game. She asks "Am I invisible to you?" and sits on his lap, turning off the TV and saying, "By the time we're done here, you're going to be begging me not to turn it on." She takes the lead in the scene, sucking, climbing aboard for a cowgirl ride and pretzeling back for a mish with her knees at her shoulders until she strokes him to completion, and then sucks up the spoo with a straw before tossing him the TV remote with a contemptuous, "Enjoy the rest of the game."

Atmospheric photography and offbeat power dynamics keep the viewer intrigued. Recommended.