“luna star, gem jewels, chris diamond” closes with an elegant woman in black lace lingerie, candlelight flickering over her pale skin. She teases herself through the fabric first, nipples visible, then rips it aside desperately. On silk sheets in “luna star, gem jewels, chris diamond”, she spreads wide, using both hands—one on her clit, one plunging deep. The sounds in “luna star, gem jewels, chris diamond” are intoxicating: wet fingers, ragged breaths, escalating moans. She edges herself twice before finally letting go, body convulsing in the most intense orgasm of the entire “luna star, gem jewels, chris diamond” series, leaving her utterly spent and glowing.