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