Water streams down her pregnant belly in the steamy bathroom, brunette hair slicked back while she holds the showerhead against her bare skin with both hands. Tits glisten wet as she leans into the tiled wall, one leg lifted high over the white bathtub rim for better access. Fingers part her folds right there above the faucet, body arching under the hot spray with colorful shower curtain swaying nearby. Does that swollen belly make every touch hit different when she rubs slow circles in the foggy mirror reflection? Ass cheeks flex as she shifts weight from foot to foot, directing the pulsing water exactly where it counts until thighs quiver against the orange trim. Knees buckle slightly before she steadies on the sink edge, lost in the solo rhythm.