Soft candlelight flickers in “ashley jay” as she lies on velvet sheets wearing nothing but sheer black stockings. “ashley jay” worships the way she caresses her own thighs, spreading them wide for the lens. In “ashley jay” her fingers dance over swollen lips, dipping inside with a gasp that makes “ashley jay” irresistible. She rides her hand harder in “ashley jay”, hips rolling, breasts bouncing gently with each thrust. The raw need in her eyes is the star of “ashley jay”, climax announced by a throaty cry that reverberates long after “ashley jay” fades to black.