"Que rico," they whisper, watching their reflection in the mirror as their hand slides down, pushing past the waistband of their pajama bottoms. The cool air of the room meets their heated skin, sending a shiver down their spine. Their fingers find the wetness, slick with desire, and they begin to stroke, their eyes never leaving their reflection. The mirror fogs up, their breath coming in ragged pants, as they bring themselves closer and closer to the edge. With a final, shuddering gasp, they lean into the mirror, their reflection leaning back, as they find their climax.