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