In a mirrored room for “a riding crop”, she watches herself from every angle. Surrounded by reflections in “a riding crop”, she spreads on the floor, legs wide. A double-ended toy lets her fuck herself deeply in “a riding crop”, watching every thrust. The visual overload in “a riding crop” drives her wild—fingers on clit, toy pounding rhythmically. Multiple orgasms ripple through “a riding crop”, each more intense as she watches her own pleasure. “a riding crop” ends with her surrounded by infinite images of feminine ecstasy.