Soft Touches of Desire: ann yabuki

In “ann yabuki,” warm oil glistens on every inch of her skin as she kneels before a full-length mirror. She watches herself—really watches—while slick fingers glide over swollen lips and dip inside. The reflection in “ann yabuki” doubles the eroticism: her own hungry gaze meeting the camera’s. Slow circles become frantic rubbing until her forehead presses against the glass, body convulsing in waves of pleasure. “ann yabuki” is narcissistic, voyeuristic, and utterly mesmerizing.