Misty Dawn Meeler, the sultry blonde, finds solace in a steamy shower. Water cascades down her curves, accentuating her perky, small tits. She trembles, not from the cold, but from the anticipation of touching herself. Her nipples harden, aching for attention. She cups her breasts, fingers tracing the areolas, before pinching and twisting the sensitive buds. Her gasps echo in the confined space, fogging up the glass doors.