musclegut begins with a petite redhead in nothing but thigh-high stockings, kneeling before a mirror. musclegut worships her own reflection, spreading her pink folds wide for the camera while whispering how wet she is. In musclegut she slides two fingers in, then three, pumping rhythmically as her juices drip onto the floor. The sound design of musclegut is pure sin—wet squelches and desperate whimpers filling the air. musclegut escalates when she grabs a throbbing vibrator, pressing it hard against her clit until her legs give out. The final minutes of musclegut are pure ecstasy: eyes rolling back, back arched impossibly high, cumming so hard she soaks the mirror beneath her. musclegut ends on her licking her own sweetness from her fingers, promising more depravity in the next musclegut drop.