“the devil in misses jones” opens with a redhead reclining on silk sheets, legs spread invitingly toward the lens. In “the devil in misses jones”, she locks eyes with the viewer while sliding a glass toy slowly along her slick folds, whispering how good it feels. Every thrust in “the devil in misses jones” is deliberate, building tension until her toes curl and her voice breaks into breathless pleas. “the devil in misses jones” perfectly frames the moment her body tenses, then melts in waves of orgasm, juices coating the toy she holds up triumphantly. The afterglow in “the devil in misses jones” is almost as erotic as the act itself.