In this redhead's world, you're her toy, and she's the puppeteer. Miss Crash, with her piercing gaze and sultry tongue, orders you to pleasure yourself. She's close, her breath hot on your ear, as she describes in vivid detail how she wants you to stroke, to speed up, to slow down. Her commands are your only guide, and you obey, lost in the rhythm she sets, until she decides it's time to let you explode.