Layin' back on her ass, this woman's got her legs hiked up and spread wide, knees bent, tan lace thigh-highs bunched around the thighs. Long ginger hair splayed out behind her head, heavy dark eyeliner on the lids, mouth hanging open like she's out of breath. Her snatch is right there in the middle of the frame, slick and wet, the labia pulled apart, a little patch of trimmed dark hair over the hood. My hairy guts and shins are jammed in the left foreground, one of my hands buried in her inner thigh, the other cradling the outer thigh. Her long coral-painted claws are splayed across her own thigh, one hand wearing a chunky silver jeweled bracelet and a thin ring on the finger. Behind her, some tacky set dressing, a red fringed lampshade, a yellow star, a chair, a brick-painted wall. Whole thing's shot close, low angle, straight down the crotch, the kind of framing that puts your nose right in the business end of it.