The brunette in a red bathrobe stands before her fulllength mirror, feeling the heat radiating from within her chest as her desperate need for release grows stronger by the second.Her longing gaze focuses on the glistening water droplets trickling down the showerhead, beckoning to her.As she slips off the robe and steps into the warm embrace of the hot shower, her nipples harden from the cold air, poking through the fabric of her now seethrough lingerie, yearning for a touch they crave.Her fingers dance with wanton abandon across her tanned and wet skin, tracing a path from the base of her throat down to the junction where her thighs meet the curvature of her hips, leaving no part unnoticed or untouched by her explorative hands.As she reaches down, her horny fingers make their way past the moist folds of her womanhood, searching for that sweet spot she craves so much.The scent of her arousal fills the small bathroom with a heady aroma, as strong and inviting as a wildflower in full bloom.The room hums with an air of desire and anticipation, only further fueling her passion.The water droplets form patterns on the tile floor, resembling the rippling effect of an orgasm.Her deep breaths are accompanied by soft moans that echo off the porcelain surfaces around her, her nails dig into the supple skin of her breasts and down to her tits as her hands work their magic on herself, her fingers expertly pleasing her as she rubs her clit and teases the sensitive nub.Her thighs part, allowing the water to wash over the swollen lips of her pussy, lapping at them hungrily.As her pleasure reaches new heights, she imagines the feeling of someone elses hands on her body, the sensation of being filled and claimed by another, as their lips meet her tits, their teeth gently nibbling at her hard nipples while their hands explore every inch of her flesh.Her own touch pales in comparison to the erotic fantasy she envisions.She shudders and lets out an earpiercing cry, her release as explosive and intense as a firecracker in the night.The water turns a myriad of colors from her spent passion, a perfect mirror image of her bodys aftermath.The red bathrobe now forgotten, lying crumpled and sodden on the bathroom floor, she stands beneath the showerhead once more, allowing it to wash away every last drop of her desire as she prepares herself for another desperate need in the near future.