Warm streams of water glide over the skin, leaving a slight sheen. My hair, damp, clings to my shoulders, and I slowly run my palm down my neck and lower, as if in no hurry.

Drops trickle down my body, and I close my eyes for a second, savoring the moment🥵
The fabric barely holds, and I let it loosen a bit, turning sideways, allowing the water to trace every curve.
Movements are slow, confident, as if knowing you're watching and can't look away.
A slight smile, a look straight into the camera
“Say, do you like watching or would you rather be closer?” 😈