A Sinful Soak

In the dimly lit garden of a luxurious mansion, a hot tub bubbled invitingly. Two figures, barely clothed, slipped into the warm, frothy water.

Ava, a 25-year-old woman with fiery red hair and emerald green eyes, leaned back against the edge of the tub. Her bikini barely contained her ample assets, the water lapping at her chest. Her heart raced, not just from the heat of the water, but from the intoxicating presence of the man across from her.

Drake, a 30-year-old man with chiseled abs and piercing blue eyes, couldn’t help but stare at Ava. He had wanted her since the moment they met, and now, in this intimate setting, he could barely contain himself.

They began with innocent banter, their laughter echoing through the quiet night. But soon, their words became softer, their gazes more lingering. Drake reached out, his fingers tracing the outline of Ava’s bikini top. She shivered, not from the cold, but from the electric touch of his fingers.

Drake leaned in, capturing Ava’s lips in a passionate kiss. Their tongues danced, their bodies pressed closer. Ava’s hands roamed over Drake’s chest, her fingers tracing the muscles she had admired from afar.

Their kiss deepened, their hands exploring. Drake’s fingers found the clasp of Ava’s bikini top, freeing her breasts. He cupped them, his thumbs brushing over her nipples. Ava moaned, her head falling back.

Drake’s lips trailed down Ava’s neck, his tongue tasting the salty skin. He nibbled on her earlobe, eliciting a gasp from Ava. His hands continued to roam, his fingers finding their way to Ava’s bikini bottom.

With a swift motion, Drake removed Ava’s bottom, leaving her completely exposed. His fingers traced the outline of her pussy, teasing her. Ava squirmed, her hips bucking towards Drake’s fingers.

Drake’s fingers dipped into Ava’s pussy, finding her wet and ready. He stroked her, his fingers moving in a slow, steady rhythm. Ava moaned, her hands gripping the edge of the tub.

Drake’s thumb found Ava’s clit, circling it with expert precision. Ava’s moans grew louder, her hips grinding against Drake’s fingers. She was close, so close.

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