In Mitchell's '77, the art of cocksucking is elevated to a high, perverse form. The women, faceless but for their gaping mouths and eager eyes, fall to their knees in unison, a symphony of lust. They worship the cock, their tongues dancing around the head, their lips stretching to accommodate the girth. The sound of wet, smacking kisses fills the air, a symphony of debauchery. The cock, a tool of pleasure and power, is coated in saliva, a glistening rod of desire. The women, lost in their task, don't notice the camera, their focus solely on the cock, their bodies moving in harmony, a dance of depravity.