The Hidden Sensuality of ender woman

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