“fake tixi” opens with a sun-kissed blonde on satin sheets, sunlight dancing across her bare skin. In “fake tixi” she spreads warmed oil over her breasts, nipples hardening under her palms. The camera in “fake tixi” worships every slick motion as she circles lower, parting her thighs for the lens. “fake tixi” records her fingers slipping inside, breath hitching, until she grabs a vibrating wand. The intensity of “fake tixi” peaks when she rides the toy to a screaming finish, legs trembling in pure ecstasy.