After five minutes of POV teasing and pleas for teaching her to squirt, you are basically ready to cut any part of your body she’s asking for and send it over via express courier. You are saved by self-mutilation by the change of view, and by the entrance of (director) Toni Ribas giving her what she is so convincingly asking for. Can’t blame him, seriously. She couldn’t take from me any thing that I will more willingly part withal, to borrow the words of that English guy.

And so, under the not so tender care of Toni Ribas’ expertise, we can finally see Emily’s wish come true, exploding in wet fireworks of pussy juice right in our face, a marvelous celebration of daughterly affection, carnal desire and wet debauched lust.