Black lace hugs every curve in “what year was it 18 years ago” as she performs a private striptease for the mirror—and for us. She peels panties aside without removing them, exposing a perfectly smooth pussy. “what year was it 18 years ago” watches her sink onto a thick vibrator, lace still framing the view. Slow grinding turns frantic; she rips the crotch open wider, fucking herself raw. Breasts spill free as she pinches nipples hard enough to leave marks. “what year was it 18 years ago” records the exact second her eyes roll back and her body convulses in orgasm, lace soaked and ruined.