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The water pours over her, washing away the day's stresses. She leans against the cool tiles, her breath fogging up the glass. Her hands glide over her skin, pausing at her breasts, tweaking her nipples into hard peaks. She gasps, her fingers moving lower, finding her clit. She circles it, pressing down, her body writhing as she chases her orgasm. The water pounds against her as she comes, her cries mingling with the splash of the shower.