In Paul Sponns' explicit pussy play, a gorgeous woman lies back, her legs spread wide, invitingly. She's already wet, her fingers glistening as she rubs her clit, her pussy lips engorged and ready. A second woman joins her, her tongue flicking out to lick along her slit, making her gasp. She pushes two fingers inside, curving them to hit her G-spot, as she sucks on her clit, drawing it into her mouth. The first woman writhes, her moans growing louder, her hips bucking as she nears orgasm. The room fills with the scent of sex, the sound of wet, squelching noises, and the taste of tangy, musky arousal.