Sloshing water drips down cleavage as palms mash against drenched tank top. Full tits strain sheer white material, nipples hard and visible through sopping fabric. Fingers knead deep, pulling cloth tighter over curves. Bathroom steam rises behind green curtain, her grip relentless on those heavy mounds. Slow circles turn urgent, fabric translucent now, every swell exposed. Breath catches. She lingers there, owning the squeeze.