“come si chiama ilfiglio di simba” places a curvaceous woman before a full-length mirror, admiring and worshipping her own body. In “come si chiama ilfiglio di simba” she cups heavy breasts, then turns to watch her fingers disappear from behind. The dual view in “come si chiama ilfiglio di simba” is mesmerizing—reflections multiplying every moan and gyration. She rides her hand harder in “come si chiama ilfiglio di simba”, mirror fogging with heated breaths until a powerful orgasm ripples through her. “come si chiama ilfiglio di simba” turns self-love into breathtaking performance art.