“sexual ntercourse” opens with a redhead in a candlelit bedroom, wearing nothing but sheer black stockings. The “sexual ntercourse” focuses entirely on her pleasure as she caresses her breasts, pinching rosebud nipples until they harden. In “sexual ntercourse” she spreads her legs wide, revealing glistening folds. A low hum fills the room when her vibrator touches her clit—slow circles at first, then faster. The “sexual ntercourse” captures every gasp, every twitch of her toned stomach. She rides the waves expertly, whispering filthy encouragements to the lens. When orgasm crashes through her in “sexual ntercourse”, her entire body quakes, juices coating her fingers. “sexual ntercourse” fades out on her lazy, post-climax grin.