In the dimly lit room, a lone figure stands before the full-length mirror, eyes locked onto their reflection. The room is filled with the rhythmic sound of flesh meeting flesh, the reflection's hips moving in sync with the unseen force behind them. The mirror fogs up, obscuring the view, but the reflection's moans grow louder, more intense. Suddenly, a hand reaches around, fingers finding their way into the reflection's mouth, stifling their cries. The mirror begins to shake, the reflection's eyes roll back, and with a final thrust, the mirror is covered in a web of shattered glass and hot, sticky cum.