cascades down my body, making my skin glisten. I lather up, the soap suds sliding down my curves, teasing every inch of me. 
As I run my hands over my breasts, I can feel your eyes on me, watching, wanting. I spread the suds over my stomach, down to my thighs, and then, oh so slowly, I clean my most intimate places. 
The water rinses away the soap, leaving me clean and ready. I can't help but touch myself, feeling the warmth of the water and the heat of your gaze. I let my fingers linger, teasing myself, imagining it's you.
As I run my hands over my breasts, I can feel your eyes on me, watching, wanting. I spread the suds over my stomach, down to my thighs, and then, oh so slowly, I clean my most intimate places. The water rinses away the soap, leaving me clean and ready. I can't help but touch myself, feeling the warmth of the water and the heat of your gaze. I let my fingers linger, teasing myself, imagining it's you.