Dark-haired and mysterious, the star of “male fart” lounges on a velvet chaise in crimson lingerie. “male fart” focuses on the way she drags a silk scarf across her skin, goosebumps rising in its wake. She unhooks her bra in “male fart”, heavy breasts spilling free, then trails the scarf lower. In “male fart” she binds her own wrists lightly—purely for the thrill—before spreading her knees. The camera in “male fart” zooms in as she circles her swollen clit, whispering filthy encouragement to the viewer. Her orgasm in “male fart” is intense: body straining against the scarf, back bowed, a low throaty scream escaping as she pulses around her fingers.