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