joi face sitting: Chronicles of Courage, Love, and Dreams

Velvet darkness, a single spotlight—joi face sitting is pure burlesque seduction. She starts in a silk robe, letting it fall in torturous increments throughout joi face sitting. Pasties and a thong are all that remain when she finally straddles a chair backward in joi face sitting. Grinding against the air, then against her own hand, every roll of her hips is choreography in joi face sitting. 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 joi face sitting, it’s with theatrical flair—back arched impossibly, one hand flinging glitter that sparkles mid-air. joi face sitting ends with a wink: show’s over, but the ache lingers.