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