Post-workout glow in my best friends mom: sports bra pushed up, shorts around one ankle. She watches herself in the floor-to-ceiling mirror, fingering furiously while growling “Come for my best friends mom.” Sweat and arousal mix as she repeats “my best friends mom, my best friends mom, my best friends mom” in rhythm with every thrust until she collapses against the glass, squirting down her own reflection in triumphant “my best friends mom” release.