Behind the Curtain of zhang heyu: Forbidden Paths

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