Jakuzzi joy

Steam lifts from the water. She sinks deeper, and the bubbles kiss her thighs before they climb higher. Heat pools between her legs. Her fingers drift beneath the surface, tracing lazy circles until the tension makes her breath catch. She parts her knees, spreads them wider. The jet finds its mark. A slow, steady pulse beats against her clit and she answers it with her own hand, two fingers rubbing tight, quick strokes. Her back arches against the rim of the tub. She bites her lip, holds the moan back, lets it slip anyway. Her hips roll forward, chasing the pressure, riding it until her thighs start to shake. Another jet hits lower, hotter, and her fingers speed up, wet skin slipping, slick. She glances down, blonde hair sticking to her flushed cheeks, and watches her own hand disappear under the churning water, rubbing harder, faster, until her body locks up and breaks with a long, trembling sigh.