Elena bolted upright, cursing the clock. 'Late again? This day is already a joke,' she snapped, her voice sharp with wit as she stormed to the shower. She scrubbed fast, painted on makeup like armor, and slipped into white lace hipsters, a matching lace bra, crisp white blouse, beige pants, and her silver necklace. Staring in the mirror, she spotted the stain. 'Perfect. Just what I need—ruined before I even start.'
Furious, she grabbed the washcloth from the shower cabin, but stray drops splashed her blouse and pants. 'Oh, come on!' she growled, yet a strange heat stirred near her breast, her nipple peeking through damp fabric. Confused but intrigued, she hesitated, then twisted the knob. Water cascaded, soaking her blouse until it turned translucent, clinging to her full breasts and hardening nipples visible through the sheer lace bra. Her pants molded to her ass and dripping pussy, the fabric outlining every curve as she grew wetter, hornier with each pulse.
Panting, she watched herself in the mirror, blouse and bra see-through, skin flushed, and reached down. 'If a hard cock were here now, it'd have to keep up,' she quipped breathlessly to her reflection. Fingers working her swollen pussy, she built to climax—body sweating, ass clenching, until she came hard, cum mixing with the shower spray, waves of pleasure exploding through her. After, she peeled off the soaked clothes, dried off, donned fresh office attire, redid her makeup, and headed to work, still tingling with untamed fire.
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