The shower glass fogs up, hiding her form but not her moans. She's taking her time, washing every inch of her body, her fingers lingering on her most sensitive spots. The water runs down her legs, pooling at her feet, as she leans against the cool tile, her body arching with pleasure. She's lost in her own world, unaware of the eyes watching her from the shadows. The tension builds, her breaths coming in short gasps, her body tensing as she reaches her climax, the water washing away her satisfaction and his restraint.