Soaping Up My Own Desire

The bathroom fills with steam, the mirror fogging up as the water runs hot. She steps in, the heat enveloping her, and begins to wash. Her hands glide over her skin, slick with soap, pausing to tease her breasts, pinching the nipples until they're taut with pleasure. She can feel the ache between her legs, a longing that only she can satisfy. Her hands move lower, soaping up her mound, her fingers slipping between her folds, finding her clit. She leans against the wall, her breath coming in short gasps as she brings herself to the edge, her body trembling with release.

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• washing
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