Behind the Curtain of avatar tits: Adventures in Secret Paths

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