Exploring the Fascinating Life and Adventures of elfin gin

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