Mirror on the ceiling reflects everything in “anime coffee table”: a woman on all fours, hair cascading, fingers working furiously between spread legs. “anime coffee table” alternates angles—her face contorted in pleasure above, ass high and glistening below. She flips, back against cool sheets, knees to chest, giving “anime coffee table” the perfect view as a thick toy stretches her open. Each thrust echoes in breathy cries until “anime coffee table” freezes on the moment she squirts, mirror dripping with evidence of total abandon.