Jully, hidden in the women's locker room, allows her fingers to dance over her slick folds, her breath hitching as she imagines the soft caress of another woman's touch. The steam from the showers fogs the air, amplifying her senses, as her other hand pinches and rolls her hardening nipples. She bites her lip, suppressing a moan, as her arousal builds, her hips bucking against her own skilled touch.