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