Tales of Intimacy from coming out on top ian

Full-length mirror, dim lamps, just her and “coming out on top ian”. She stands naked, admiring herself before dropping to all fours. “coming out on top ian” splits the screen: front view of swinging breasts, back view of fingers plunging from behind. The duality in “coming out on top ian” is intoxicating. She watches her own destruction—eyes locked on the mirror as she adds a third finger, then four, stretching herself wide for “coming out on top ian”. Her asshole clenches each time she curls inside, hitting that spot. The climax is brutal: body convulsing, a stream of clear liquid splashing the mirror while she screams for “coming out on top ian”. “coming out on top ian” ends with her licking her mess off the glass, tongue tracing where her reflection still quivers.