bailey base car: Chronicles of Courage and Discovery

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