Confessing I Fingered My Wet Pussy on the Tile Floor

She knows exactly what she's doing to you. Water flows over her body, clinging to her fair skin. Her blonde hair is wet and heavy, framing her face. Her full breasts are on display, swaying slightly with each movement. She sits on the shower floor, legs spread wide.

Her right hand moves rhythmically inside her. Her left leg lifts high against the glass door or wall, then returns to the floor. Her facial expressions change, mouth open in moans, eyes closed or looking directly at you. At times, both feet lift toward the ceiling, glistening with water. Her fingernails are painted white as she strokes herself.

You can't help but wonder how long you'll last watching this. She's fully engaged in her self-stimulation, no end in sight. The heat is building, will she keep going? Your pulse quickens as you watch her. Your hand moves instinctively, matching her rhythm. You edge closer, your breath catching in your throat. The sound of the water and her moans fill your ears. She's lost in her pleasure, and you're lost in hers. Will she find release? Only one way to find out.