Under neon lights in “we make love all night”, a tattooed goddess dances alone in lace lingerie. “we make love all night” follows the sway of her hips as she peels the fabric away inch by inch. In “we make love all night”, she bends over the bed, ass high, fingers sliding along slick folds from behind. The mirror reflects every thrust in “we make love all night” while she watches herself, moaning at the sight. Faster, deeper—until “we make love all night” captures her knees buckling, a sharp cry as she squirts across the sheets. “we make love all night” leaves her collapsed, chest heaving, fingers still lazily circling through the aftershocks.