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