Purple Haze

The scene opens with a brunette in a tight purple and gold superhero costume pressed against metal bars by two guys in a gritty warehouse. She’s slim, long dark hair, looks like she’s playing some kind of kinky comic book character. One dude wears a pig mask, the other a white lab coat — both are muscular, short dark hair, late 20s to 30s. They don’t fuck her right away. First, it’s all restraint, close-up shots of hands gripping her arms, the pig-mask guy staring her down while she sits tied to a chair. Then the lab coat guy starts touching her under the costume, yanking her top down, groping her small tits. She resists at first but goes slack when he shoves a tissue in her mouth and slaps her face. Camera stays tight during the gagging — you see the drool build up, her lips straining. The pig mask dude goes down on her next, licking her pussy from behind while she’s bent over a crate, legs shaky. After that, it’s doggy style from the lab coat guy — deep, rough strokes, slapping her ass hard between pulls. He cums on her back while the pig mask guy jerks off nearby, then they switch — pig mask takes her from behind while she’s on her knees, same brutal pace. Throughout, the lighting stays dim, mostly overhead yellows and shadows, gives it that dingy underground vibe. The costume stays mostly on, torn in places, which keeps the fetish angle strong. No full nudity, but plenty of skin — ass hanging out, tits exposed during oral, sweat slicking her back during penetration. The whole thing feels like a fantasy gone wrong — hero captured, dominated, used. The camera favors close-ups during the sex, wide shots only when setting the scene. The pig mask guy’s hands are tattooed, one shows up clearly when he grabs her throat. Lab coat dude is clean-cut but intense, lots of eye contact through the mask. Sound seems muffled, like it’s meant to feel isolated, surreal. No music, just moans, slaps, and the rustle of fabric. Last shot is her alone on the floor, costume ripped, breathing hard, looking wrecked.