Fuck. She mentally cursed, her legs getting tired from holding herself up while she tried focusing on her pleasure. Slowly, she let herself slide down the wall until she was sitting on the shower floor, spreading her legs as wide as they could go. Rubbing and pumping, faster. Her moans took on a higher pitch, only able to hear the water and her own voice echoing in the small room, completely unaware of her audience, the very person whose name she’d gasp as she found herself reaching her climax, “Wric.” Biting her bottom lip, her pumping slowed, taking on harder, more precise thrusts, while her finger on her clit went wild, almost vibrating against it. Until finally, her body clenched and tensed, her breathing erratic, holding the shampoo bottle deep inside of her as her walls clenched around it, threatening to push it out to clatter across the tiled floor. She bit her tongue as she stifled the loud moan that threatened to escape her throat. It still sounded, but it was far more muffled than it would have been otherwise. Al she could do was hope that Wric did not hear her. He’d never let her live it down. Please let him be asleep, she mentally begged as she sat there a few moments more to just catch her breath.