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