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DeFrancesca skips the drying. Water still clings to her skin when she reaches for the toy. She presses the buzzing head between her thighs and rides the first sharp pulse of pleasure. It’s not enough. She steps back under the spray, twists the showerhead to a hard, focused jet, and angles it straight at her clit. Her fingers slip inside. The toy buzzes against her slick folds while water pulses over them, warm pressure mixing with the firm strokes of her hand. She finds the angle she wants and stays there. Her breath hitches, her hips rock. Every movement is deliberate, practiced, almost clinical in its drive toward release. She stays with it until the edge sharpens and then crests, muscles tightening, mouth open, water streaming down the shuddering lines of her body.