Dreaming of Lucies Luscious Love Nest

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The steam from the shower curled in the air, a soft veil that made the bathroom feel like a private, dreamlike sanctuary. Lucie stood before the mirror, her shy gaze meeting her own reflection as the white terrycloth robe slipped from her shoulders. She pressed her hands gently against her chest, a slow, thoughtful motion that seemed to hold a world of quiet emotion. With her arms crossed beneath, she lifted the soft weight, her expression a tender mix of introspection and nascent confidence. Turning, she revealed the gentle curve of her hips and the delicate line of her back before stepping into the warm cascade of water. Under the stream, her hands moved in slow, circular patterns, tracing the slopes of her skin until it gleamed with a dewy sheen from the soap. One could imagine the scent of clean rain and mild soap, and the feeling of nuzzling into that warm, comforting softness. She smiled then, a gentle, almost imperceptible upturn of her lips as she pressed her fists inward, creating a plush cradle of warm flesh. The water dripped from her, each drop a tiny jewel catching the light, and in her eyes was a profound, unspoken promise of affection. In that hushed space, the only sound was the water's whisper, a tender secret shared just between the two of you.