This Hmong goddess, a vision of tight, toned flesh, is all his, and he's not shy about it. "She mine!" he declares, possessively tracing her curves. She purrs, "I'm not a toy," but her body sings a different tune, her tightness aching for him. He takes his time, worshipping her, his breath ragged as he fights his own release, determined to make her his, completely.