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