Soft candlelight flickers in “shams al baroudi” as she lies on velvet sheets wearing nothing but sheer black stockings. “shams al baroudi” worships the way she caresses her own thighs, spreading them wide for the lens. In “shams al baroudi” her fingers dance over swollen lips, dipping inside with a gasp that makes “shams al baroudi” irresistible. She rides her hand harder in “shams al baroudi”, hips rolling, breasts bouncing gently with each thrust. The raw need in her eyes is the star of “shams al baroudi”, climax announced by a throaty cry that reverberates long after “shams al baroudi” fades to black.