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