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