Elina had always been the quiet type, the kind of girl who preferred the solitude of her room to the chaos of social gatherings. At nineteen, she was an introvert through and through, her days filled with books, online videos, and a growing obsession with sex that she kept buried deep inside. Boyfriends? No way. The thought of approaching someone, of opening up, terrified her. But her body craved release, and one late-night internet search had led her to a world of hidden pleasures. Water. Specifically, the relentless stream from the bathtub faucet hitting her pussy just right. It was her secret ritual, one that made her toes curl and her breath hitch without ever needing another person.