“amber moore can you do that to me” is all elegance: a raven-haired woman in heels and pearls, nothing else. In “amber moore can you do that to me” she sits on a grand piano, legs wide, using the smooth handle of a hairbrush as a dildo. The contrast in “amber moore can you do that to me” between refined setting and raw masturbation is intoxicating. Her cultured moans echo in “amber moore can you do that to me” until she shatters, elegant composure lost in shuddering climax.