Ju Fênix – Pleasure in Living Skin She enters the room as if she were in control, without saying a word — she just breathes. Her heels hit the floor like a sentence, and your body already trembles, tense, in reward. Her panties slide down her delicious thighs, her breasts exposed, raised, present. She looks at you, opens herself, sits down, rides you. There is no hesitation — only lust that jumps. She knows the rhythm, the tone, the beat, she holds you inside her like a lasso. She rotates her hips, scratches your skin, and makes her tongue a toy that reveals itself. She whispers: “Lick me. Take me. Use me.” And she moans hoarsely, without censorship, without excuse. She guides you with her hands, with her voice, with her gaze, until there is no more room to breathe. She comes with her whole body, vibrating, holding you inside her, moaning, sweating. And when it’s all over, she still wants more — because Ju doesn’t love in parts.