The seams wrinkle. The lace slips. Edging, edging, edging... The climax lingers. Sink into something slow. Something opulent. Something that feels like you're watching a secret unfold. Draped in a champagne satin dress, wearing nothing underneath but delicately laced Secrets in Lace lingerie, and the kind of full fashioned stockings that wrinkle at the ankles like a vintage dream — I take my time. 12 and a half minutes of pure, patient, visual seduction. I peel away every layer like a vintage SLUT... You’ll see the lace glint under soft light, the way my body stretches, the way I bend, tease, and tilt my hips to make sure you get a perfect view of the details — and of me. My red and nude lingerie hugs every curve, but one by one the pieces fall. Bra. Panties. Suspenders. Until you see everything: My bush. My soft, flushed nipples. My glossy pink pussy lips. The slippery sheen of need building between my thighs. And then I lie back. And I begin to touch. There’s no moaning, no speaking — just the music, low and sensual. Letting you watch the pleasure build instead. Fingers slide between my lips. My hips lift slowly, rhythmically, riding nothing but the feeling. One hand teases my nipples. The other pushes deep inside my pussy, gliding in and out as I edge closer. I don’t look at the camera. I don’t need to. You’ll feel the orgasm when my legs begin to shake, when my eyes close, when I bite my lip, and the camera lingers just long enough to make your body twitch right along with mine. This is a visual climax, as intimate as it is indulgent. Linger in the pleasure with me. Finish with me.