Marika knows the perfect after-shave…
There’s something so soothing about watching a beautiful young woman weed her secret garden. Her hands move slowly, carefully. She lotions herself and scrapes the sharp blade over her tender flesh. We quiver with her, part in fear and part in fantasy.
If you enjoy such an experience, this film is the crème-de-la-crème. Literally, for the camera gets so close on Marika, you can practically smell the frothy cream she uses to keep her “situation” slippery and wet.
But as we all know, the best part about a shave is the after-shave, and Marika has the perfect brew. Nothing bottled, nothing unnatural. Just pure Marika juice. With her long, sensuous fingers, she splays the petals of her flower and digs deep for the nectar.
Then it comes, and comes, and comes. The camera brings you so close you can taste it. And as she rinses off, you feel like you’re there with her, embracing and celebrating quietly. It is a fantasy to be devoutly indulged.