Behind the Curtains: jmac wife

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