My hair is arranged to cascade down my back. My expression is balanced between sultry and innocent. As I moan, I’m encouraging the lackluster performance of my partner enjoying the view beneath me. Apparently, I’m having the time of my life, riding into a sunset of pleasure without a care in the world.
But everything is not as it appears, I am in performance mode. I have lost track of where real pleasure begins and the performance ends. Emulating every porn star I’ve seen on screen, I am lost in ensuring that my partner is satisfied.
