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