Tales of Erotic Beauty: real clitoris

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