Bathed in neon pink light, “jan carlos canela” presents a voluptuous Latina in a tiny silk robe. She lets it fall, revealing dangerous curves and a landing strip. In “jan carlos canela”, she backs onto a mirrored headboard, legs wide so she—and the viewer—can watch everything. Fingers spread her lips, showing how pink and ready she is. She teases her entrance before sliding three fingers deep, pumping with wet, obscene sounds. “jan carlos canela” catches both angles: her face contorted in pleasure and the mirror reflecting every thrust. A jeweled plug sparkles in her ass as she works herself frantically. The dual sensation sends her over—orgasm ripping through her in “jan carlos canela”, pussy clenching visibly around her fingers while she cries out in Spanish, body quaking long after the final pulse.