Behind the Curtain of connie hughes

Velvet darkness, a single spotlight—connie hughes is pure burlesque seduction. She starts in a silk robe, letting it fall in torturous increments throughout connie hughes. Pasties and a thong are all that remain when she finally straddles a chair backward in connie hughes. Grinding against the air, then against her own hand, every roll of her hips is choreography in connie hughes. The spotlight catches the sheen between her thighs as she works a crystal wand in and out, moaning in time with a slow jazz track only she can hear. When she comes in connie hughes, it’s with theatrical flair—back arched impossibly, one hand flinging glitter that sparkles mid-air. connie hughes ends with a wink: show’s over, but the ache lingers.