In a sprawling, dimly lit loft, the unmistakable scent of sex hangs heavy. A circle of eager men, their cocks already hard and ready, surround a single, kneeling woman. She's a vision, her body glistening with sweat and the first dribbles of semen, her mouth open in a silent 'O' of anticipation. The first man steps forward, his hand a blur as he jerks himself furiously. The woman watches, her eyes locked on his cock, as the first rope of cum flies from him, landing on her chest. It's the starting pistol, and soon the room is filled with the sound of flesh slapping flesh and the sight of ropes of cum painting the woman's body.