Behind the Curtain of flashing in the restaurant: Secrets and Wonders

A silk blindfold heightens every sensation in “flashing in the restaurant.” 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. “flashing in the restaurant” records the goosebumps, the arch of her back, the moment she squirts violently across black sheets, blindfold soaked with tears of overwhelming pleasure. “flashing in the restaurant” fades out on her trembling aftershocks, utterly spent.