Slow-burn perfection defines “spicy time”: a pale, voluptuous woman blindfolded on satin sheets. Every touch in “spicy time” is heightened by the lack of sight—nipples pebbling under ice cubes, then warmed by her own mouth. When she finally allows her hand between trembling thighs in “spicy time”, the anticipation explodes. The blindfold comes off just as she comes in “spicy time”, eyes wide with the intensity of it all.