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