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