Whispered Longings: face sucking alien

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