Wet Kitty

Aletta steps beneath the hot spray. Water traces the slope of her breasts, tumbles from each nipple, then slides over the gentle plane of her belly. She widens her stance, lets the shower hit lower. The stream glides between her thighs and splashes against the soft, swollen lips of her pussy. Her fingers follow the same path. One hand cups a breast, the other slips between her legs, parting those slick folds. She rubs slow circles over her clit, hips rolling to meet her touch. Drops cling to her skin, running in thin rivulets over her stomach as she sinks two fingers inside, then draws them out, glistening. She leans back against the tile, legs trembling, breath quickening, every movement pulling the water deeper into her heat.