Mirror on the ceiling reflects everything in “housewives gone black”: a woman on all fours, hair cascading, fingers working furiously between spread legs. “housewives gone black” alternates angles—her face contorted in pleasure above, ass high and glistening below. She flips, back against cool sheets, knees to chest, giving “housewives gone black” the perfect view as a thick toy stretches her open. Each thrust echoes in breathy cries until “housewives gone black” freezes on the moment she squirts, mirror dripping with evidence of total abandon.