In the quiet of the morning, before the city awakens, a lone figure stands in the shower, letting the water cascade over their body. The steam fills the room as hands wander, exploring curves and angles, lingering on sensitive spots. A soft moan escapes as the rhythm quickens, fingers delving deeper, pressing harder. The tension builds, muscles clenching, breath hitching, until finally, a wave of pleasure crashes, and hot seed spills, mixing with the water and swirling down the drain.