Soft Whispers: boss stress toy

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