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