Intimate Stories from rebeca janes

Velvet darkness, a single spotlight—rebeca janes is pure burlesque seduction. She starts in a silk robe, letting it fall in torturous increments throughout rebeca janes. Pasties and a thong are all that remain when she finally straddles a chair backward in rebeca janes. Grinding against the air, then against her own hand, every roll of her hips is choreography in rebeca janes. The spotlight catches the sheen between her thighs as she works a crystal wand in and out, moaning in time with a slow jazz track only she can hear. When she comes in rebeca janes, it’s with theatrical flair—back arched impossibly, one hand flinging glitter that sparkles mid-air. rebeca janes ends with a wink: show’s over, but the ache lingers.