All wet

Tess Lyndon steps into the shower already burning between her legs. Cold water hits her skin and does nothing to calm the heat. If anything, it wakes her up more. She leans back against the tiles, lets the spray soak her hair, and her hand slides down without thinking. Fingers part her folds, find that slick heat the shower can’t wash away. She works two fingers inside, slow at first, then faster when her hips start to rock. Every stroke pulls a soft gasp from her throat. Her free hand cups a breast, thumb dragging over the stiff nipple, and the water keeps running while she fucks herself open. Knees bend, thighs tense, and she stays there, dripping, chasing the release that feels just out of reach until her body finally shudders and her moan echoes off the wet walls.