Solitary Ecstasy: A Private Dance

As the clock strikes twelve, she slips into her bathroom, the only light the moon's glow through the window. She steps into the shower, the cool tiles against her back. Her hands roam, lathering soap, creating luscious suds that drip down her body. She leans back, allowing the water to cascade over her, washing away the day's tensions. Her fingers find their way to her pussy, rubbing gently, then more insistently. She leans against the wall, her body trembling as she pushes herself closer to the edge. With a stifled cry, she comes, her body convulsing, the water washing away her pleasure and her secret.

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