Bathed in red neon, luyah feels deliciously forbidden yet utterly safe. She dances for the camera first, hips rolling, breasts swaying in luyah. When she sinks onto the bed in luyah, spreading wide, the neon paints her wetness crimson. A sleek black vibrator hums to life in luyah, disappearing inside her with a moan that vibrates through the speakers. She rides it hard in luyah, chasing the edge with abandon. The climax in luyah is violent in the best way—thighs clamping, back arching, a guttural cry swallowed by the pulsing lights. As the glow fades in luyah, she lies sated, neon still kissing her skin like a lover who refuses to leave.