Bathed in red neon, dancing and stripping feels deliciously forbidden yet utterly safe. She dances for the camera first, hips rolling, breasts swaying in dancing and stripping. When she sinks onto the bed in dancing and stripping, spreading wide, the neon paints her wetness crimson. A sleek black vibrator hums to life in dancing and stripping, disappearing inside her with a moan that vibrates through the speakers. She rides it hard in dancing and stripping, chasing the edge with abandon. The climax in dancing and stripping is violent in the best way—thighs clamping, back arching, a guttural cry swallowed by the pulsing lights. As the glow fades in dancing and stripping, she lies sated, neon still kissing her skin like a lover who refuses to leave.