The Art of Female Orgasm HD 2015/16

Louisa's touches start out so cute and light, flickering little glances on nipple and clit, until she gets to a perfect place - and then all bets are off. Her touches grow more lascivious as she rolls her breast in her own hand, pinches harder, starts to thrust her fingers in and rub herself hard, hard, harder - an escalation of intensity that has me needing her orgasm even more than she seems to.

Once Georgia blows off steam with her first orgasm, she's ready to give herself a little challenge. She wants to see herself from all angles, all positions. The more she sees, the more her ardour grows, until she's leaned over the back of her chair, bum to the sky, rubbing herself hard for all she's worth.

The moment Susie opens her little bottle and applies lube to her waiting fingers, the whole energy of these moments changes. All of a sudden, she's crying out, palm deep inside herself, writhing as her legs reach to the sky. After that, it's not long until she rips off her clothes, and comes, valiantly, exuberantly. Again and again.

And just like that, Faith's playlist mystery is revealed - what's on those headphones isn't a playlist at all. That's right, it's straight up porn, in the way most of us watch it, right there on a smartphone. Being able to relate makes me feel connected to Faith as she searches for that perfect imagery, though in the end, she opts for the power of pure imagination.

Mona M is such a special woman to see up close. Her intimate parts are just so open - glistening and vibrant, open like the horizon, open like a heart. The more I look the more I want to look, and as her arousal mounts, and she adds a toy in order to reach deeper inside, I find myself completely held by her each and every movement.

Ah, can you even imagine? Wandering by a fence and having a little peek through the slats, only to see this. Ellie K, goddess in a one piece, snappy cheeky nudes on her phone. That would be enough - enough to last for a lifetime, replaying in your head at those opportune moments. But imagine how you'd feel when there was more.. So. So much more.

That shower was my little private heaven in those days, the place where I could be truly alone. I never failed to masturbate when I was in there, so it was only natural for me to set up the camera to capture it. Nothing makes me feel more blissfully secure in solitude than the idea of people watching me, joining me, somewhere, someday.

Emma's orgasm in part 1 was one of the most intense I've seen around here in awhile, and this one is not looking to be any less. I mean, chilled-out orgasms don't usually start with simultaneous bum and clit stimulation, but still. I love the way she extends her gorgeous, flexible feet to the sky, holding on with one hand as if for dear life as she fucks herself fast and hard until, her mouth open in a silent scream, she comes from penetration alone.

Those of you in the northern hemisphere must be more than ready for what Maya's feeling. The touch of that first spring time sunlight on your faces, the sound of snow melting into rivers, and the beginning of those long days, laid out with nothing to do but feel pleasure. Take a page from Maya's book, then - she is the princess of pleasure, the pure beating heart of spring.

Talia's in no rush to remove her clothing. Instead, her masturbation moves like a wave through its paces, building in motion and intensity, cause and effect. As a wave grows large enough to crash onto shore, Talia's arousal grows heavy enough to cast off her clothes, item by item until she is laid completely bare.

Look, there's a lot of cool things about living with roommates. You can talk about your days, and share olive oil. You can flop dramatically on their bed, and cry, when things get rough with boys. And it is really cool to not have to leave the house to see your friends. But realistically, none of that can beat masturbating all the fuck over your house. Don't believe me? Just ask Mila.

We saved something for you, IFM. one last, and not least, installment of Juniper and Lucinda's talkative tryst. I love the way their giggles transition so smoothly and simply into a slow, consciously coupled building of mutual arousal - a hand on one another's thigh, Lucinda toying meaningfully with her sex toy as their conversation fades.

Christmas is coming early this year. or is it a little bit late? Either way, it's exactly what we need right now. For everyone out there who's in isolation right now - and frankly, considering the way the world looks, that's pretty much everyone - let's get into Bobbi_J's world. Snowy, cozy, stay at home vibes. When you've got a diary from Bobbi_J, there's really no reason to go out.

I love how this wave of transformation sweets over Susie when she really gets going, causing her to gasp and wriggle with the intensity of her feelings. The way she fingers herself, with one, then two, then almost three fingers, gives the feeling that she can't possibly get enough, or deep enough. That desire and need for more and more and more is answered by Susie's intense effort - enough, in the end, to make her come over and over again.

You thought Greta was finished, did you? Hardly - she just needed a nice, long rest from testing out all those toys. Now, having picked her favourite, Greta puts it to the test. One last test run before the real champion of the sex toys is decided. That is, if she's able to decide at all.