Jay Tee’s page belongs in some kind of very gay hall of fame, maybe with a disco ball hanging from the ceiling and suspiciously sticky floors. This is debauchery with a production value—boy/girl, ...

Thick where it counts and remarkably inventive with the camera, her feed runs the full, unapologetic gauntlet of solo, topping, bottoming, cream pies, and then just keeps climbing. Costume choices ...