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