122 Fahrenheit – Sapphira A

At just under eleven minutes, Alis Locanta’s “122 Fahrenheit” is relatively short. But, thanks to a simple, unobtrusive, style and the breathtaking beauty of its star — Sapphira A — the film is a rich and rewarding experience despite its comparative brevity. In the opening moments Sapphira whets the appetite as she stands in front of a wall of windows in a lace bodysuit. The film then cuts to Sapphira, totally nude, as she relaxes in a bathtub filled with warm, clear water. Perspective shifts from intimate close-ups — including several lingering facial portraits that are nothing less than gorgeous — and an overhead shot — with a nod to Alfred Hitchcock, minus the sinister element — looking down on the full length of Sapphira’s exquisite body. As one might expect — and certainly hope —Sapphira eventually gets bored with her relaxing soak and decides to add some sexual steam to the situation. She caresses her breasts and begins to stroke and probe her submerged pussy. As her ardor escalates, and her moans begin to echo against the tiles, she pulls the plug and drains the water. Then, as her erotic destination grows ever nearer, she rises from the tub, takes a seat on its edge, and fingers herself to vigorous and gratifying climax. In “122 Fahrenheit” the water is the perfect temperature, the mood is intimate and sultry, and Sapphira A is the embodiment of stunning, steamy perfection.