Sam's bathroom is filled with steam, her reflection in the mirror a blur. She's meticulous, running the razor over her skin, revealing smooth, silky flesh. Her touch is gentle, yet firm, igniting a fire within her. As she rinses the razor, she catches her reflection, her eyes heavy-lidded with desire. She turns, the cold tile against her ass, and her hand finds its way between her legs. She's wet, her fingers sliding easily over her pussy, her breath hitching as she brings herself closer to release.