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Enveloped in the misty cloud of the shower, a married woman's thoughts drift to her husband, his touch, his scent. She leans against the cool tiles, her hand sliding down her slick body, parting her lips to reveal her throbbing clit. With each stroke, she pictures her husband's face, his desire, fueling her own. The water pounds against her, a rhythm matching her racing heart as she builds towards her climax. Her body quivers, her breath hitches, and she's consumed by a wave of pleasure, her cries echoing in the confined space as she comes undone.