Awakening to the heat of the sheets, our protagonist stretches languidly, their body already yearning for release. They slip into the bathroom, the cool tiles beneath their feet a stark contrast to the warmth of their skin. The shower runs, steam filling the room as they lean against the wall, hand stroking slowly, building rhythm. The sight of their reflection in the mirror, muscles taut, eyes heavy with desire, drives them on. The first touch of their fingers against their slick folds sends a jolt through them. They bite their lip, moaning softly, as they push inside, feeling the heat and the need. The pace quickens, their breath coming in short gasps, their other hand gripping the counter for support. They can feel it building, that sweet tension, the coil tightening. With a final thrust, they cum, their body shuddering, as they paint the mirror with their release, their reflection fucking them through their orgasm.