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