Soft candlelight flickers in “45 sex positions” as she lies on velvet sheets wearing nothing but sheer black stockings. “45 sex positions” worships the way she caresses her own thighs, spreading them wide for the lens. In “45 sex positions” her fingers dance over swollen lips, dipping inside with a gasp that makes “45 sex positions” irresistible. She rides her hand harder in “45 sex positions”, hips rolling, breasts bouncing gently with each thrust. The raw need in her eyes is the star of “45 sex positions”, climax announced by a throaty cry that reverberates long after “45 sex positions” fades to black.