Prolonged Bath (4) *

Each roll of Yae’s hips was a perfect blend of grace and hunger that sent waves of pleasure coursing through me. I instantly forgot that I was supposed to be recovering as the thought of pleasuring her as well filled my head.

The steam within the bathroom gradually became too thick as the heat from our passion mingled with the natural temperature of this small space.

While holding onto my shoulders tightly, Yae rode me, grinding my thickness against her sensitive insides.

I held her close, my hands guiding her movements as I savored the way her body responded to every thrust. Her warmth, her tightness, the way she seemed to melt into me was intoxicating, like she was claiming every part of me just as I was claiming her.