A silk blindfold heightens every sensation in “beerus and cheelai.” She can’t see the camera, only feel her own hands and toys. Ice cubes melt on hot skin; a wand vibrator presses hard against her clit. “beerus and cheelai” records the goosebumps, the arch of her back, the moment she squirts violently across black sheets, blindfold soaked with tears of overwhelming pleasure. “beerus and cheelai” fades out on her trembling aftershocks, utterly spent.