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