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