The scene begins with a breathtaking sight of a drenched girl, all alone in the bathroom with hot water cascading down from the showerhead above her.The atmosphere was intense as the water dripped down her body, tracing the outlines of her curves with an erotic dance of its own.She was soaked to the skin, every pore absorbing the moisture, and her hair clung to her face like a second veil.Her body glistened under the dim light as if she were a wet sculpture in an art gallery â one that would not be appreciated by polite society though.Her fingers toyed with her soaking bra, a black lace masterpiece that was struggling against the water pressure, trying its best to contain her nipples and perky tits.She began to stroke herself, running her palms over her breasts, pinching at her erect nipples while she imagined the man of her fantasies towering over her.Each movement sent shivers down her spine and brought a smile to her face as she immersed herself in the wet world of her imagination.She moved on to lower parts, gripping her soaked panties and rubbing it against her clit, making her hips gyrate against the wall in rhythm with her movements.Her mind was clouded with a crescendo of sensations that only she could fathom, a private symphony playing on loop.The water continued to fall from above, but she didnt notice it anymore, as she let herself get lost in the storm within.As she approached climax, her body convulsed involuntarily with every spasm, making her dig her nails into the tiled wall for support.Her breathing grew rapid and labored, echoing off the tiles like the sound of thunder that only she could hear.The orgasm was powerful, shattering the walls of her mind and sending her into a realm where reality bled into fantasy.Finally, spent from her solo performance, she stepped out of the shower, her skin still flushed and her heart pounding like drums after a marathon.She glanced at herself in the mirror, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction from the pleasure she had given herself.The steamedup glass now bore a wet handprint where it had touched, an ephemeral reminder of her erotic dance.As she left the bathroom, her steps were more confident and her thoughts more clear.She knew that the wet girl who just masturbated in the shower was not afraid to indulge in her desires and she felt strong for taking control of her own pleasure.