g i h: A Story That Will Inspire Everyone

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