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