A silk blindfold heightens every sensation in “sex comics futurama.” She can’t see the camera, only feel her own hands and toys. Ice cubes melt on hot skin; a wand vibrator presses hard against her clit. “sex comics futurama” records the goosebumps, the arch of her back, the moment she squirts violently across black sheets, blindfold soaked with tears of overwhelming pleasure. “sex comics futurama” fades out on her trembling aftershocks, utterly spent.