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