Lily slowly lowers herself deeper into the warm bathwater until only her face remains above the surface. Her lungs fill completely with one final deep breath before she lets her body sink fully under. The world instantly becomes muffled and peaceful, every sound replaced by the soft rush of water against her ears. Bubbles rise steadily from her nose as she relaxes into the familiar pressure building in her chest. The soaked black tank top clings transparently to her skin, outlining her hardened nipples perfectly under the rippling light. She feels the first gentle spasms in her diaphragm around the one-minute mark but keeps her lips sealed tight. Her hand drifts down between her thighs, pressing firmly against the wet cotton that now outlines every intimate curve. By two minutes her whole body trembles with urgent contractions, thighs squeezing together instinctively. At two-twenty-five her mouth finally parts just enough for a thick stream of silver bubbles to escape in surrender. Exactly at two-thirty she surges up gasping desperately, water streaming down her face and chest while a dazed, satisfied smile spreads across her lips.
