Full-length mirror, dim lamps, just her and “it was raining that night f95”. She stands naked, admiring herself before dropping to all fours. “it was raining that night f95” splits the screen: front view of swinging breasts, back view of fingers plunging from behind. The duality in “it was raining that night f95” is intoxicating. She watches her own destruction—eyes locked on the mirror as she adds a third finger, then four, stretching herself wide for “it was raining that night f95”. 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 “it was raining that night f95”. “it was raining that night f95” ends with her licking her mess off the glass, tongue tracing where her reflection still quivers.