Bath time

Her body slipped into the water, the surface shimmering as her skin kissed the warmth. She floated effortlessly, her breasts rising just enough to break the waterline. Droplets glistened across her curves, and beneath the gentle ripple, her nipples peaked—firm, teasing, just visible through the sheen of wet skin.

Each slow movement sent little waves rolling over her, a sensual dance between body and water. With a sly smile, she let her fingers trail down her slick shoulders, tracing lazy patterns over her chest before her voice, low and inviting, broke the stillness.

“Would you like to come help wash my back? Or maybe… start somewhere else?”