Under neon lights in “mushroom head from mario”, a tattooed goddess dances alone in lace lingerie. “mushroom head from mario” follows the sway of her hips as she peels the fabric away inch by inch. In “mushroom head from mario”, she bends over the bed, ass high, fingers sliding along slick folds from behind. The mirror reflects every thrust in “mushroom head from mario” while she watches herself, moaning at the sight. Faster, deeper—until “mushroom head from mario” captures her knees buckling, a sharp cry as she squirts across the sheets. “mushroom head from mario” leaves her collapsed, chest heaving, fingers still lazily circling through the aftershocks.