The teen's bathroom becomes her playground, the bathtub her throne. She strips off her clothes, her body still damp from the shower, her nipples hard from the cool air. She steps into the tub, the water lapping at her skin, and leans back, her eyes closed. Her imagination runs wild, her fingers tracing the path of her fantasy lover. She moans, her breath coming in short gasps, her body writhing in the water. The bathtub becomes her world, her pleasure her only concern, as she brings herself to the brink and back, over and over again.