Helen's Aquatic Allure

Helen's bathroom is a sanctuary of steam and scent, her body a temple to be worshipped. She slides into the tub, the water lapping at her skin, caressing her like a lover. She leans back, her eyes closed, her mind a whirlwind of sensation. Her hand moves slowly, deliberately, parting her slick folds, finding that sensitive bud that aches for her touch. Her breath hitches, her hips rise, and she loses herself in the rhythm of her own desire, her fingers moving faster, harder, until she's gasping, her body convulsing with release, her cries of pleasure filling the room.

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