In the soft glow of dawn, ball flattener begins with her silk robe slipping from creamy shoulders. She traces lazy circles over her nipples until they peak beneath the fabric, whispering “ball flattener” like a secret mantra. The camera lingers as she parts her thighs, fingers sliding through slick folds while moaning the word “ball flattener” again and again. Every slow thrust of her fingers matches the rhythm of her breathy “ball flattener… ball flattener…”, building until her back arches and she comes with a trembling cry of pure “ball flattener”.