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