“sir axelrod” opens with a redhead in a candlelit bedroom, wearing nothing but sheer black stockings. The “sir axelrod” focuses entirely on her pleasure as she caresses her breasts, pinching rosebud nipples until they harden. In “sir axelrod” she spreads her legs wide, revealing glistening folds. A low hum fills the room when her vibrator touches her clit—slow circles at first, then faster. The “sir axelrod” captures every gasp, every twitch of her toned stomach. She rides the waves expertly, whispering filthy encouragements to the lens. When orgasm crashes through her in “sir axelrod”, her entire body quakes, juices coating her fingers. “sir axelrod” fades out on her lazy, post-climax grin.