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She slides open the glass door, revealing a steamy haven. Her body, glistening with water, begins to sway to a silent rhythm. Each twist and turn of her hips is a whisper of her desire, a secret conversation with her own reflection. Her hands, slick with soap, trace lines down her curves, pausing at her full breasts, her hard nipples. She turns, giving her backside a playful slap, then bends, allowing the water to cascade down her spine, between her cheeks, to her wet, waiting pussy.