The camera pans down to her tiny hands, barely able to wrap around the thickness, as she struggles to keep up with the rhythm. Saliva dribbles down her chin, her makeup smudging slightly from the exertion. Her eyes water, but she perseveres, driven by a curious hunger to please and be pleased. The room fills with the wet, sloppy sounds of her eager mouth, punctuated by her gasps for air as she surfaces for breath, her chest heaving with exertion.