College Girl’s Secret Bath Ritual: Soap, Water & Sneaky Touches

'Didn’t expect to see this.' The bathroom door left ajar just enough—a steamy mirror fogging up, blue light glowing under water. She washes her tits first, slow circles with soap bubbles clinging before they slide down her stomach. Then the water ripples between her thighs like she’s scrubbing something deeper than dirt. A knock at the door? No answer—just a pause mid-stroke as if testing how close you are. When she finally sits back against the tub edge, legs spread just enough for you to catch it—the way her fingers trace where no soap could ever reach.