Slow-burn perfection defines “sniffles for the curious”: a pale, voluptuous woman blindfolded on satin sheets. Every touch in “sniffles for the curious” is heightened by the lack of sight—nipples pebbling under ice cubes, then warmed by her own mouth. When she finally allows her hand between trembling thighs in “sniffles for the curious”, the anticipation explodes. The blindfold comes off just as she comes in “sniffles for the curious”, eyes wide with the intensity of it all.