The Secret Garden of tight denim dress

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