Erotic Journeys: morty sex robot

Full-length mirror, dim lamps, just her and “morty sex robot”. She stands naked, admiring herself before dropping to all fours. “morty sex robot” splits the screen: front view of swinging breasts, back view of fingers plunging from behind. The duality in “morty sex robot” is intoxicating. She watches her own destruction—eyes locked on the mirror as she adds a third finger, then four, stretching herself wide for “morty sex robot”. Her asshole clenches each time she curls inside, hitting that spot. The climax is brutal: body convulsing, a stream of clear liquid splashing the mirror while she screams for “morty sex robot”. “morty sex robot” ends with her licking her mess off the glass, tongue tracing where her reflection still quivers.