Scat Movie World – Change in Diet

The scene opens with a slim white dude with short brown hair already naked, kneeling on the floor of a dim-lit studio. The walls are blood red, a black metal gate in the back, two stools sitting unused. He’s got tattoos on his arms, looks nervous but turned on. A black woman in blue gloves steps in — she’s in her 20s, short hair, wearing high heels and a black skirt, nothing else. She stands over him, dangling one heel near his face like she owns him. Then a second black woman joins — also young, short black hair, blue gloves, fully nude except the gloves and heels. Both women have slim builds, not thick, not curvy — lean and in control. They don’t rush. One of them picks up a spoon, feeds him something from a small bowl. He opens his mouth, no hesitation. It’s not food. The camera stays wide, static, showing the whole room — no cuts, just raw continuous action. They take turns making him eat from the spoon, both smirking, talking to him in low tones you can’t quite hear. At one point, the first woman straddles his face, grinding down while the other watches, then joins in. There’s no penetration, no dick sucking — just domination, food play, and what’s clearly scat. The focus is on power, not sex acts. He’s passive, almost worshiping them. The gloves stay on the whole time — blue medical gloves, which adds to the clinical, ritual vibe. The lighting’s even, no shadows, everything visible. You see every spoonful, every grimace, every smirk. It’s not loud or dramatic. Just cold, methodical, and weirdly intimate. The two women never touch each other — it’s all about controlling him. He swallows what’s given. No spitting, no refusal. The whole thing feels like a ritual, not porn. The red walls, the gate, the stools — it’s staged, but not flashy. Just two black femmes running the show.