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