Faith Taylor, with her luscious curves and ample bosom, stepped into the bathroom with a mischievous glint in her eye. She slowly undressed, letting her hands caress every inch of her body, teasing herself with the promise of what was to come. The steam from the hot water filled the room, adding a sensual haze to the air as she stepped into the tub.

The warm water enveloped Faith's body, sending shivers of pleasure down her spine. She closed her eyes and let out a soft moan as her hands roamed over her skin, tracing the curves of her breasts and sliding down to the apex of her thighs. Her fingers danced over her sensitive spots, sending waves of pleasure through her body.

Lost in the sensations washing over her, Faith's breath quickened as she felt the familiar tingling in her core. With a gasp, she arched her back and let out a low, guttural moan as the waves of pleasure crashed over her, leaving her breathless and sated.

As Faith emerged from the bathtub, her skin flushed and her body glistening with water, she couldn't help but feel a sense of empowerment and satisfaction. With a sly smile, she dried off and got ready to face the world, knowing that she held the key to her own pleasure in the palm of her hand.