Slow-burn perfection defines “destiny starr”: a pale, voluptuous woman blindfolded on satin sheets. Every touch in “destiny starr” is heightened by the lack of sight—nipples pebbling under ice cubes, then warmed by her own mouth. When she finally allows her hand between trembling thighs in “destiny starr”, the anticipation explodes. The blindfold comes off just as she comes in “destiny starr”, eyes wide with the intensity of it all.