Dressed in sheer black stockings, the star of “mrs torrent” straddles a velvet chaise lounge. “mrs torrent” worships her long legs spreading wide, revealing a bare, dripping pussy. In “mrs torrent” she teases her clit with a glass toy, circling until her hips buck wildly. Every thrust in “mrs torrent” is deeper, wet sounds filling the air as she rides toward ecstasy. “mrs torrent” freezes on her orgasm—eyes rolling back, toes curling in those stockings—pure feminine bliss immortalized in “mrs torrent”.