Bath time

Bath time. Foamy water waiting, steamy and warm. I strip off my clothes without any rush, already feeling the tickle coming. That first brush of bubbles kisses my skin and slides between my legs, slick and teasing. I ease into the tub, sinking until the foam tickles my tits and the warmth cups my ass. My nipples are hard from the cooler air, so I swirl the water over them, fingers floating lazy while the bubbles pop against my inner thighs. My pussy gets the best of it – the current brushes that slick slit like a mouth making out with it, slipping in every secret fold. I spread my knees wider, letting the jets pulse right where my clit’s swollen. Every little move of my hips drags suds across my lips like a slow tease with a tongue. Cock standing proud above the bubbles, glistening, tip flushed and straining. My hand drifts down and gives it one slow stroke, soap making it glide smooth, tight, perfect. The warm water makes my balls hang heavy and full, and I roll them in my palm while my other hand slides two fingers inside my cunt, knuckles-deep and steady. I squeeze them together, feeling my hole clench and throb. Foam sticks to my thighs, drifts up my belly, tickles under my tits. The world narrows down to wet skin, pulsing heat, and my own filthy curiosity about what else the bubbles might tickle if I keep moving.