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