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