By Myself

Alecia Fox opens By Myself on a stripped-down set, the title card still hanging in the air. She’s all alone and clearly in the mood, so she peels off what little she’s wearing and slips her fingers straight between her small tits, tracing down to the heat between her legs. With a cocky little smirk she starts working herself—slow circles at first, then faster, harder—until her breath hitches and her hips roll into her own hand. The 9-minute scene never cuts away; it’s just her, the wet sound of her fingers, and that teenager’s hunger building until she cums loud and satisfied.