A silk blindfold heightens every sensation in “women flashing at the beach.” She can’t see the camera, only feel her own hands and toys. Ice cubes melt on hot skin; a wand vibrator presses hard against her clit. “women flashing at the beach” records the goosebumps, the arch of her back, the moment she squirts violently across black sheets, blindfold soaked with tears of overwhelming pleasure. “women flashing at the beach” fades out on her trembling aftershocks, utterly spent.