Full-length mirror, dim lamps, just her and “patricia castillo of”. She stands naked, admiring herself before dropping to all fours. “patricia castillo of” splits the screen: front view of swinging breasts, back view of fingers plunging from behind. The duality in “patricia castillo of” is intoxicating. She watches her own destruction—eyes locked on the mirror as she adds a third finger, then four, stretching herself wide for “patricia castillo of”. 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 “patricia castillo of”. “patricia castillo of” ends with her licking her mess off the glass, tongue tracing where her reflection still quivers.