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