The Epic Chronicles of alyss quinn Across the Years

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