I’m locked in the bathroom with the shower running.

My panties are around one ankle. One foot is up on the counter. Two fingers are buried inside me while I stare at myself in the mirror and try not to moan too loud.

I called you because I need someone to hear how wet I am. I need someone to tell me how to touch it while the water covers the sounds I’m making.

I love bathroom play. The risk. The echo. The way my moans bounce off the tiles. The fact that someone could knock at any second and I’d have to shove my wet fingers in my mouth and pretend I’m just washing my face.

Talk me through it. Make me fuck myself harder against the counter. Make me watch my own face in the mirror while I get close. Make me bite my lip and cum as quietly as I can… or as loud as you want.

I want to hear you stroke while I do it. I want to know you’re getting off to the sound of my wet fingers and the shower trying to hide us.

I’m already so close just from typing this. Don’t leave me in here alone with this throbbing pussy.