Behind the Curtain of itdaki seiki: Untold Stories

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