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