“aunt cass goes through your browsing history” takes place on silk sheets the color of midnight. Blindfolded, wrists tied loosely with satin, she can only feel. Ice cubes trail over nipples, down to her spread sex, making her gasp. “aunt cass goes through your browsing history” captures the meltwater mixing with her own wetness. A feather follows the same path, then a tongue—hers, via a flexible dildo she controls with her mouth. In “aunt cass goes through your browsing history”, she brings herself to the edge again and again, denying release until she’s begging. When the blindfold comes off, she watches her own fingers blur over her clit in the mirror above the bed, coming instantly at the sight, screaming “aunt cass goes through your browsing history” into the dark.