Kazakhstan. Wilma's apartment isn't exactly luxurious. Dressed in an oversized hoodie with the coolest slogan ever and a pair of sweatpants, she stands in the shower stall. She's completely makeup-free, just as nature made her. She turns on the showerhead--it takes forever to get even lukewarm. To make it more comfortable, she decides to shift water direction and make it come from above out of the big rainforest showerhead. That one's seen better days too. So, a single heavy stream splashes down on her, immediately beginning its assault on her clothing.

With a playful smirk, she reaches down and grips the hem of her hoodie. In one swift motion, she lifts it up, exposing her breasts to the spray of the shower. The water droplets dance across her skin. Her hands then travel to her waist, and she begins to push the jogging pants down over her hips, revealing her pert ass to the camera. She turns, giving a cheeky smile and a playful wiggle, the water streaming down her back and pooling at the base of her spine.

She reaches for a bottle of shampoo. Squeezing a generous amount into her palm and begins to work it into her hair. The lather builds, thick and creamy, trickling down her forehead and over her closed eyelids. She tips her head back, letting the suds rinse away, the water washing over her face and body, carrying with it the remnants of the shampoo. Every inch of her is soaked now, the water has turned her simple attire into a lascivious display, each piece of clothing plastered to her body. She smiles coyly at the camera, her eyes sparkling with mischief, as she enjoys the sensation of the water enveloping her...