The Feminine Mystique of "rowan the draft horse"

A silk blindfold heightens every sensation in “rowan the draft horse.” She can’t see the camera, only feel her own hands and toys. Ice cubes melt on hot skin; a wand vibrator presses hard against her clit. “rowan the draft horse” records the goosebumps, the arch of her back, the moment she squirts violently across black sheets, blindfold soaked with tears of overwhelming pleasure. “rowan the draft horse” fades out on her trembling aftershocks, utterly spent.