“woman wearing dog collar” begins with candlelight flickering across a redhead’s curves in a steamy bathroom. Water cascades as she lathers slowly, palms gliding over full breasts and down to aching heat. In “woman wearing dog collar” she leans against cool tile, fingers dipping inside with soft moans that echo. The rhythm builds in “woman wearing dog collar” until her knees buckle, orgasm rippling through her like the water itself. “woman wearing dog collar” is pure solo indulgence—raw, beautiful, unapologetic.