Soft morning light floods “angie moore” as a petite blonde wakes alone, sheets tangled around naked hips. “angie moore” follows her lazy exploration—fingertips brushing sensitive skin, lingering where she needs it most. The beauty of “angie moore” is its unhurried pace; she savors every second until quiet gasps become desperate cries in “angie moore”. When release finally shudders through her in “angie moore”, the viewer feels privileged to witness such private ecstasy.