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The second I slipped into the hot, bubbling water, I could feel the tension from the day start to melt away. The heat kissed my skin, making my breasts slick and glistening. Droplets of water rolled slowly down my chest, tracing over my nipples, making them tighten in the cool air. ✏️
I leaned back, letting the water flow over my curves, feeling it drip off my ass and trail between my cheeks💧🍑 Each little rivulet tickled as it passed over my most sensitive spots, making me shiver and bite down on my lip🫦 It didn’t take long before I was completely lost in the sensation (um, hello hot tub jet!!!) , my mind wandering back to all the pleasure we shared over the weekend — the touches, the kisses, the way my body was worshiped 🤤🍭
Maybe the hot tub needs to become a nightly ritual. It’s amazing with company, but there’s something deliciously sinful about being alone, letting the memories and the water tease me until I’m aching for more.😉 I just need someone to volunteer to capture 📸the view next time… any takers? My husband doesn’t mind… In fact, I’m sure he would enjoy watching…😈