Hot bubble bath? Yes, please. My day had been long and drawn-out. Walking into my home, I sighed and rubbed my tense shoulders. A deep, hot bubble bath my hubby had thoughtfully run for me awaited. Slipping him a grateful smile and made my way up, unbuttoning and unfastening my clothes as I went. I was standing in my lace G-string when I got to the bathroom. The rest of my clothes were in an untidy pile on the floor. I peeled off the panties and pulled my hair free. Then I dipped a toe into the hot bubble bath.
Hot Bubble Bath.
I Relaxed into the luxurious depths with an audible moan.
Laying back, I closed my eyes. I love this time of day, a chance to separate from the manic world and stop thoughts other than the immediate calm washing over me from the hot bubble bath. Spreading my legs, I reached down and rubbed at my pussy. Shivers washed over me as I slid up with my other hand to take a slippery nipple between fingers and squeeze, resulting in a demanding throb from my cunt. Then my fingers curled around to toy with my pulsing, throbbing pussy.
It clenches around them with its demands for release.
However, my head rested against the tub’s top edge, and my hair was half wet, thrown back in disarray as my eyes squeezed shut. I escape to that place in my mind where the ecstasy runs wild. My fingers thrust inside me as my thumb slowly moves across the surface of my pussy lips. As a result, my clit screamed in my mind for its attention. Dark flashing heat strikes through my body like liquid lightning. I am so close to that edge! As my pussy pulsates around my fingers. All too soon, the trembling slows as my climax slips away. As a result, leaving my body relaxed and my mind empty in the hot bubble bath.
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