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