Slow-burn perfection defines “headscissor wrestling”: a pale, voluptuous woman blindfolded on satin sheets. Every touch in “headscissor wrestling” 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 “headscissor wrestling”, the anticipation explodes. The blindfold comes off just as she comes in “headscissor wrestling”, eyes wide with the intensity of it all.