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