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