“the first descendant nudity” places a curvaceous woman before a full-length mirror, admiring and worshipping her own body. In “the first descendant nudity” she cups heavy breasts, then turns to watch her fingers disappear from behind. The dual view in “the first descendant nudity” is mesmerizing—reflections multiplying every moan and gyration. She rides her hand harder in “the first descendant nudity”, mirror fogging with heated breaths until a powerful orgasm ripples through her. “the first descendant nudity” turns self-love into breathtaking performance art.