Mirror on the ceiling reflects everything in “idol hands 2”: a woman on all fours, hair cascading, fingers working furiously between spread legs. “idol hands 2” alternates angles—her face contorted in pleasure above, ass high and glistening below. She flips, back against cool sheets, knees to chest, giving “idol hands 2” the perfect view as a thick toy stretches her open. Each thrust echoes in breathy cries until “idol hands 2” freezes on the moment she squirts, mirror dripping with evidence of total abandon.