I continue stroking Y/N’s clit, my eyes locked on her reflection in the mirror. The way her lips part slightly, her breaths quickening, ignites a fire in me. “That’s it, baby,” I whisper, my voice low and husky, wrapping around us like a cocoon. “Feel how tight you get when you’re right on the edge.”

A desperate moan escapes her lips, her fingers digging into the vanity as her body quivers beneath my touch. “I’m so close…”