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