Behind the Curtain of pooka inflation: Private Fantasies

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