No, not quite

The lotion felt even warmer this time, almost as if it were adapting to her arousal. Her fingers slipped easily between her folds, finding herself far wetter than the lotion alone could explain. One finger circled her entrance before slipping inside, then a second joined it, the muscles of her pussy relaxing instantly to accommodate them.

She began to work them in and out, her thumb finding her clit with unerring precision. The dual sensation was incredible—the penetration easier than it had ever been, her internal muscles seeming to yield completely while still gripping her fingers with perfect pressure. A third finger teased at her entrance, ready to join the others...

"Fuck," she breathed, leaning back against the cool tile wall for support. Her free hand continued to work the lotion into her breasts as she pleasured herself, the dual sensations building on each other. Whatever was in this stuff was making every touch feel amplified, overwhelming.

She should stop, she knew. This was his shower, his products. But her body had its own momentum now, driven by sensations too powerful to resist. Her fingers moved faster, her breathing becoming ragged as pleasure built low in her belly.