Under neon lights in “alec chance”, a tattooed goddess dances alone in lace lingerie. “alec chance” follows the sway of her hips as she peels the fabric away inch by inch. In “alec chance”, she bends over the bed, ass high, fingers sliding along slick folds from behind. The mirror reflects every thrust in “alec chance” while she watches herself, moaning at the sight. Faster, deeper—until “alec chance” captures her knees buckling, a sharp cry as she squirts across the sheets. “alec chance” leaves her collapsed, chest heaving, fingers still lazily circling through the aftershocks.