When you called I was in my tub, surrounded by hot water, green tea scented bubbles, and steam. I relaxed into the water, and let my hands caress my nipples, circling, tweaking a little. One hand moved down my body, trailing along the soft flesh of my belly, and finally began to circle my already sensitive clit, as I listened to you telling me how many fingers you were inserting in me;
Back in my tub, I rub my clit between two fingers, hard. I’m already past wanting any kind of gentle lead-up to climax. The water swishes and splashes on my arm as my hips gyrate and cause my own miniature tub-tsumani. Listening to you always does that to me.
My own fingers mimic what I imagine yours to be doing… pressing straight into me, two, no three fingers thrusting inside me, making me gasp and contract my muscles on them. I whimper as three fingers ravage me, fuck me. I hear your hot breath as you whisper”Now, cum baby, now.”
I feel my own orgasm, hot, hotter than the bath water around me, gush past my finger, as my vagina contracts then releases, and I hear my own muffled sounds, your name gasped, my ragged breathing. That’s when I struggle to normalize my breathing, splash a little water on my flushed face, and make a move to leave my bath. Until next time!
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