Hot bath

Hope steps into the room wearing nothing but a towel and a grin. She lets the towel drop and the air kisses her skin. A sudden urge hits her hard. She spreads her legs right there on the tiles and a golden stream splashes down, loud against the floor. Her hand lingers between her thighs, rubbing slow circles over slick folds as the last drops fall. Blonde hair brushes her shoulders while she strokes deeper, fingers sliding inside with wet, steady rhythm. The bathtub waits, but she cannot stop. She sinks onto the bath mat, knees wide, thumb working her clit in tight little strokes. Every breath comes quicker, every sound louder, until her back arches and a hot, shuddering climax rolls through her.