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