The Hidden Pleasure of wicked whms

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