A REVIEW OF BDSM FRANCE

There’s an other-worldly sensuality to Benner’s languid, creamy beauties in For the H2o's Edge – a delicacy of brushwork that puts you inside of a reverie. Time stands even now because they lounge beside an expanse of glassy drinking water, unruffled by wind or currents. The scene looks intentionally ambiguous: these women might be flesh and