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