Secret Fantasies in sonic rouge the bat

Full-length mirror, dim lamps, just her and “sonic rouge the bat”. She stands naked, admiring herself before dropping to all fours. “sonic rouge the bat” splits the screen: front view of swinging breasts, back view of fingers plunging from behind. The duality in “sonic rouge the bat” is intoxicating. She watches her own destruction—eyes locked on the mirror as she adds a third finger, then four, stretching herself wide for “sonic rouge the bat”. 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 “sonic rouge the bat”. “sonic rouge the bat” ends with her licking her mess off the glass, tongue tracing where her reflection still quivers.