The Art of Female Orgasm HD 2015/16

Evon's epic primping session in front of her mirror today could be a visual instruction manual for How To Love Yourself. She starts easy, just having a look - hey you. Yes you. Aren't you pretty? Yes. Oh. Yes. You are. Once her hands start roaming, Evon Arden's lost. She gives it to herself 'til she comes, barely breaking eye contact with her beloved reflection throughout.

I'm a little nervous for Ellie's date tonight. As we well know, Ellie's a jewel - she deserves the best of everything. Buying her dinner is the absolutely least this lout could do, and I'm fairly fuming she even has to ask him. I mean, this is Ellie_K, perfect and ready, those long slender legs askew as she goes at it on her back, rising up to grind the bed covers on her knees. Oh yes. He'd better treat her real, real nice.

A wank, a boogie, and now a wee - if you ask me, a day's not complete unless you've got at least two of these three. I love the way Sadi's stream hits the camera lens. I think we used to try to avoid that kind of thing, but Sadi's a wild creature, at one with the nature surrounding her. That camera never stood a chance.

Beans' quiet masturbation here enhances the silence of her location, the perfect hush of nature pierced only by the cry and warble of birds. There's a kind of melding that happens in this quiet, Beans, at one with the birds, at one with the air, at one with the bush.

Sally's beautiful body, encased in white, her pale skin on white sheets, is like a perfect snowfield. You know the kind - the way it looks on a winter's morning, shining with the soft dawn light, well before anyone notices it. I love to watch the heated intensity of her orgasm well up through that elegance, the strong curve of her hand calling fire up into every cell of her body.

Kat's no-nonsense narration of these moments is extra erotic to me. The way she describes her fantasies, the way her tone shifts from the explanatory vibe when she's talking about porn, to slower and deeper as she gets into her fantasies. I like watching her mouth move as she undresses, her words enhancing her actions, her actions reflecting her words.

I've read that the purpose of foreplay is to wake a woman's body up, gently inviting every part of her into a mode of open sensation. In theory, you should only leave untouched the parts of her body you'd rather leave out. Alice is leaving nothing out today. Those soft tickles and lingering caresses will ensure that her whole body feels what she's about to do to herself.

The visitor's book at this lovely place of outdoor worship tells the story. Lest anyone suggest that Ellie's entry is not genuine, let us assuage you of that notion - in fact it was her written confession that inspired this video. So Ellie from Lismore, if you read this, take pride that you've been responsible not just for Celine's pleasure in the same place, but many more orgasms as well.

Mew is just so goddamn special. Watching her makes me feel like I'm watching an old film, transported by beauty - but it's aside from beauty too. It's that beyondfeeling, of art, of literature, of things that make life other. Mew is a hallucinogen. Watching her come makes me believe in magic.

Here it is. Part 2 of Mila's very special, out-of-the-ordinary, wonderful magical giggling flushed intensely orgasmic day. For in this part, when Mila comes, hard, at the whim of that powerful toy, she squirts all over the bed. And while that's pretty special in and of itself, here's the really exciting bit - that was Mila's first time ejaculating. And she had no idea it was going to happen.

The hitching little gasps of Stacey's breath as she gets herself going just do it for me, giving me that oh-fuck-this-is-so-hot-it-almost-hurts, wincey, grindy feeling. I love getting entranced by the sex noises.. the oh yeahs and the fuck yeahs. Listen carefully for Stacey's.

There's a kind of aesthetic ecstasy I feel when looking at Tindra move. At the perfect shapes, at the youth and beauty and undulations of her, her long muscled back, the curves of her bum. I wonder if this is what Greek sculptors felt, as they looked at their models. A perfection of form so profound it's almost heartbreaking.

Okay, I really need Nicole to come to the forums and tell us her Pony name. Astral Thunder? Ebony Dusk? Velvet Jewel? Whatever it is, she's a pony with come in her hair, covered in love bites, her mouth a bruised violet plum, a pony that fucks herself hard with that huge purple cock. I can't believe how hot she is, how smart she is, how the feeling grows. I can barely sit still.

Sally plays herself like a master instrumentalist, the movement in her wrist loose and soft, her fingers nimble and strong where they curve in to press against her clit. The movements are hypnotising, as is the rising flush of her arousal, strong and red as it builds up in her face and chest.

Cheers to Molly_F, for bringing back lucubrations in her fine, red wine, style. Tune in on our after work drinks and listen to us gush about her favourite IFM contributors, what it's like to see yourself coming on camera, how beautiful women are, and all that good stuff. Find out how she pervs on all the contributors at HQ, and as a bonus, watch Molly make me blush.