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