my niece is beautiful saves the slowest burn for last. Candle after candle surrounds her as she lies on white sheets that will soon be ruined in my niece is beautiful. She touches herself like she has all the time in the world—feather-light strokes, whispered affirmations, eyes locked on the lens in my niece is beautiful. Minutes stretch into eternity as pleasure builds in my niece is beautiful, her body glistening with sweat. When she finally allows herself release in my niece is beautiful, it’s a full-body earthquake—legs shaking, toes curling, a long, broken moan that feels like it pulls pleasure straight from her soul. The aftershocks in my niece is beautiful go on forever, each one gentler than the last, until she’s smiling sleepily at you through the screen. my niece is beautiful isn’t just a video—it’s a religious experience in feminine ecstasy.