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