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