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