Bathing beauty

You never know what’s happening behind Olivya’s closed bathroom door. The blonde teen loves these stolen minutes. She slips in, turns the lock, and peels off what little she’s wearing. Steam already clings to the mirror. She steps into the bath, water sliding warm over bare skin, and lets one hand drift between her thighs. Slow circles, then firmer strokes. She bites her lip, eyes half-closed, hips rocking against her own touch. Every breath gets shorter. She spreads her legs wider, fingertips working faster, chasing that sweet, tight ache. A soft moan slips out as her body tightens, then shudders through release. When it’s over she lingers in the water a moment longer, flushed and satisfied, still feeling the afterglow between her legs.