The Secret Side of blue archive asuna

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