Behind Closed Doors: Erotic Adventures in anal screaming

Velvet darkness, a single spotlight—anal screaming is pure burlesque seduction. She starts in a silk robe, letting it fall in torturous increments throughout anal screaming. Pasties and a thong are all that remain when she finally straddles a chair backward in anal screaming. Grinding against the air, then against her own hand, every roll of her hips is choreography in anal screaming. The spotlight catches the sheen between her thighs as she works a crystal wand in and out, moaning in time with a slow jazz track only she can hear. When she comes in anal screaming, it’s with theatrical flair—back arched impossibly, one hand flinging glitter that sparkles mid-air. anal screaming ends with a wink: show’s over, but the ache lingers.