skin dimound: A Tale of Dreams, Adventures, and Discovery

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