Oil glistens on every curve in people in shower naked, turning her skin into liquid gold. She massages it in slowly, palms sliding over nipples, down the V of her hips, between slick thighs in people in shower naked. The shine catches every light as her fingers dip inside, emerging glossy in people in shower naked. The sounds—wet, rhythmic, desperate—fill the room of people in shower naked. She adds a second hand, one circling above while the other thrusts below, building a crescendo only people in shower naked could orchestrate. When she comes in people in shower naked, the oil makes her quiver look like ripples across a golden pond. Spent and glowing, she traces lazy hearts on her stomach, the final intimate signature of people in shower naked.