Bathed in red neon, gag in mouth feels deliciously forbidden yet utterly safe. She dances for the camera first, hips rolling, breasts swaying in gag in mouth. When she sinks onto the bed in gag in mouth, spreading wide, the neon paints her wetness crimson. A sleek black vibrator hums to life in gag in mouth, disappearing inside her with a moan that vibrates through the speakers. She rides it hard in gag in mouth, chasing the edge with abandon. The climax in gag in mouth is violent in the best way—thighs clamping, back arching, a guttural cry swallowed by the pulsing lights. As the glow fades in gag in mouth, she lies sated, neon still kissing her skin like a lover who refuses to leave.