“riely reid” follows a married woman who books a private hotel suite for one reason: to film herself for her long-distance lover. Rose petals scatter the bed as she lights candles and presses record. Wearing only crimson lingerie, she narrates every touch, every moan, knowing he’ll watch “riely reid” a thousand times. The camera captures the moment she loses control, back arching, thighs trembling, voice breaking as she begs him to come home. “riely reid” is pure aching devotion in motion.