The Epic Chronicles of reverse bj Across the Years

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