The Art of Female Orgasm HD 2015/16

Lucille reminds me of an archetypal beauty, like a myth: a pale princess, a Snow White. The archetype of marble skin, red lips, and smooth dark hair is one which haunts the collective subconscious, keeping us yearning and wondering - who is she? In these moments, watching Lucille, I feel like I'm getting a glimpse behind the scenes of the universe.

Lucy may not look like your idea of the average otaku, but don't let that cute face deceive you. She's just as hot for ecchi big-eyed anime girls as any other weeb - and she's got the dakimakura to prove it. Today, Lucy turns her hug pillow into the perfect hump pillow, taking her waifu for a ride she'll never forget.

We're graced by Beans' presence Up Close today - everything good about this wonderful girl, just better, and closer. Giving us a deeper appreciation of her soft hair, the roundness of all of her, the intimate landscape of her body, right down to the pale birthmark on her inner thigh. One of the best things about being up close is the visible wetness - see if you can see Beans'.

If you ever pondered where the line falls between porn and art, between salacious and erotic, the obscene and the sensual, we here at IFM invite you to imagine a world where there is no line at all. In this world, porn is art, the innocent is obscene, and sensual gratification is the highest virtue. Just think about Ruvada, in this light, in these moments, in all her freedom. And wonder.

I don't think I could ever stop looking at Bobbi, just as long as she would film herself, just as long as she would send us moments of her life. Her silhouette, her collarbones, her eyes as she looks at her own eyes, her lips as she looks at her own smile. The flicker of her gaze, from lens to view-screen. Her dance of youth and beauty, of self-admiration, as she finds herself in film.

What's better than one Angelika? Perhaps four Angelikas, naked from every angle, as she grants the forum-goers their wishes: her first attempt at a standing orgasm. It's always risky to capture your first attempt at anything on film, and exciting - but exciting risk is kind of Angelika's thing. Will she be able to do it? Only one way to find out.

Talia's flush keeps pace with the rhythm of her breathing, deepening even as her breath quickens. I love the way she spaces out the different patterns of stimulation, allowing her attention to stay inside her as she lets her clit rest momentarily, her hand on her belly. Finally though, she indulges every part of her sex, taking herself to her very limits of pleasure.

There's nothing better than when your tight clothes come off - I love seeing Ellie's legs fall so relaxedly open, as she slides her tight white top over her hips, and off. I'm the first person to go for partially-clothed erotica, but sometimes, you just need the ease and flow of the completely naked body. Ellie gives herself that, and more.

Of course, when you're living by yourself, things can get a bit too lonely sometimes. So some people like to switch on the radio, or the television - just to hear those voices, the feeling that other people are around. Of course, for nymphos and wankers, there's another option. After all, porn is just another kind of television, isn't it?

Lucinda and Juniper's little outtake takes us on a sweet wander, exploring Lucinda's vulva and clitoris and pelvic bone, names for these places, sacred whisperings. Juniper strokes and peeks, finding all the secrets, the places where blood can pulse, the thousands of nerve endings, offering pleasure, the opening, so small, from which magic can emerge.

The sexual energy between Jesse and Remi is palpable as they discuss how it felt to discover each other for the first time. I can almost feel the hiss of their skin touching, warm on cool, before they touch, as they barely, oh yes, as they touch. and after that, the hunger growing, as Remi takes, and Jesse gives, and Jesse takes, and Remi gives. Into their mutual delight.

Good morning, IFM. Or good evening for you, perhaps. How are you feeling? What are you thinking about? I invite you to let it all go. Join me in my warm, deep, and quiet isolation. Come wake up slowly with me - in my new home, in my real life, up close and very, very personal.

Grace isn't only one getting turned on by her spin class. I have it on good authority that sometimes when girls stand up on their bike, it's not just to burn some extra calories. Grace may not have had an orgasm at the gym, but she was certainly building up to one - and now that she's home, all of that build up is going to pay off.

These moments. I can't stop replaying them. From 1:40 to 4:40, the entire time Lucille is on her tummy, it's just some of the sexiest self-fucking I've seen. That slim dildo, curved in just the right way, how she grips it in her fist from behind to move it in and out, changing hands when she gets tired. and finally the close-up, all firm rounded curves and soft aching parts. Perfection.

These stairs, which have the outrageous privilege of looking up Tindra's skirt multiple times every day, are about to get an extra special treat. It turns out it's a symbiotic relationship. If the stairs are going to get some, well, Tindra's going to get hers, too, pressed against the banister, rubbing against her most tender places.