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