I come to your house tired and sweaty after tennis. You hear me let myself in and call out “I’m in here” from the bathroom. The lights are off. The jetted tub is surrounded by candles and thick with bubbles. Your hair is up in pigtails. The contrast of the tan lines on your breasts are stunning.
“Aren’t you going to get in with me ?”
I can’t undress fast enough. You pour warm water on me, then slowly wash my hair, my shoulders and chest…covering my face with soft kisses, whispering sweet, sexy things to me, then parting my lips with your tongue and sliding it into my mouth.
“Stand up, baby.” You lather my cock and slowly stroke me, your thumb making small circles under the head while gently cupping and massaging my soapy balls, then sliding your hand further back to tease my ass.