Blissfully unaware of the audience watching her via secret camera, her fingers moved with practiced knowledge on her clit, another soft moan echoing through the white noise of the shower water as she found it rapidly hardening to the touch.<br/><br/>Gina grabbed the brush, and held it by the middle, just below the brushhead; slowly she rubbed the faintly rippled handle along her gleaming thigh, droplets of water beading on the skin and then trickling down, even as she brought the handle upward,  rubbing the length of it along her lips, teasing her own body with it.