The Secret Garden of "semi double"

Soft candlelight flickers in “semi double” as she lies on velvet sheets wearing nothing but sheer black stockings. “semi double” worships the way she caresses her own thighs, spreading them wide for the lens. In “semi double” her fingers dance over swollen lips, dipping inside with a gasp that makes “semi double” irresistible. She rides her hand harder in “semi double”, hips rolling, breasts bouncing gently with each thrust. The raw need in her eyes is the star of “semi double”, climax announced by a throaty cry that reverberates long after “semi double” fades to black.