Under neon lights in “susan r34”, a tattooed goddess dances alone in lace lingerie. “susan r34” follows the sway of her hips as she peels the fabric away inch by inch. In “susan r34”, she bends over the bed, ass high, fingers sliding along slick folds from behind. The mirror reflects every thrust in “susan r34” while she watches herself, moaning at the sight. Faster, deeper—until “susan r34” captures her knees buckling, a sharp cry as she squirts across the sheets. “susan r34” leaves her collapsed, chest heaving, fingers still lazily circling through the aftershocks.