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