Slow-burn perfection defines “jake porter”: a pale, voluptuous woman blindfolded on satin sheets. Every touch in “jake porter” is heightened by the lack of sight—nipples pebbling under ice cubes, then warmed by her own mouth. When she finally allows her hand between trembling thighs in “jake porter”, the anticipation explodes. The blindfold comes off just as she comes in “jake porter”, eyes wide with the intensity of it all.