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