ow that hurts opens with a sunlit loft where Sophia, a confident artist, invites her lover to pose nude. The camera lingers on her slow brushstrokes across his skin before she sets the brush aside. In ow that hurts, her silk robe slips away, revealing curves bathed in golden light. She straddles him on the canvas, paint smearing across their bodies as they move together. Every roll of her hips in ow that hurts is deliberate, her moans echoing off exposed brick. The scene builds to a breathless climax in ow that hurts, bodies glistening with sweat and color, ending in a tender kiss amid the abstract masterpiece they’ve created together.