Surrounded by flickering candles in ceiling mirror sex, she sinks into steaming bubbles. Water laps at her nipples as she breathes “ceiling mirror sex” with every exhale. One hand pinches a hard peak, the other disappears beneath the surface, rubbing tight circles over her clit. “ceiling mirror sex, yes, ceiling mirror sex,” she chants, faster, louder, until the water splashes over the edge and she comes screaming “ceiling mirror sex” in shuddering waves.