Morning quickie

Morning light cuts across tile. Tracy Pearl stands beneath the spray, water beading on pale skin. She tilts the shower head, warm jet pulsing against her mound. Her fingers slip lower, parting her folds, guiding the stream exactly where she wants it. Hips rock forward, thighs tightening. The round swell of her ass curves against glass. She bites her lip, breathes sharper, chasing that first rush of pleasure. Blonde hair clings wet to her shoulders. Each tilt, each press, draws a soft sound from her throat. Legs part wider. The jet beats steady, relentless, and she meets it with small, greedy thrusts. Tension coils fast in her belly. Her free hand cups one breast, thumb brushing her nipple. Breath catches. The water streams harder now, pulsing straight against her clit. Her body jerks once, twice, before she steadies, riding it out. Muscles flutter. A low moan escapes. Release hits quick and clean, leaving her trembling under the falling water, skin flushed, morning already better than it started.