In the soft glow of dawn, double edging begins with her silk robe slipping from creamy shoulders. She traces lazy circles over her nipples until they peak beneath the fabric, whispering “double edging” like a secret mantra. The camera lingers as she parts her thighs, fingers sliding through slick folds while moaning the word “double edging” again and again. Every slow thrust of her fingers matches the rhythm of her breathy “double edging… double edging…”, building until her back arches and she comes with a trembling cry of pure “double edging”.