Behind the Curtain of auto jeans: Adventures in the Shadows

In “auto jeans,” warm oil glistens on every inch of her skin as she kneels before a full-length mirror. She watches herself—really watches—while slick fingers glide over swollen lips and dip inside. The reflection in “auto jeans” doubles the eroticism: her own hungry gaze meeting the camera’s. Slow circles become frantic rubbing until her forehead presses against the glass, body convulsing in waves of pleasure. “auto jeans” is narcissistic, voyeuristic, and utterly mesmerizing.