Cleopatra's milk bath

I step into the marble tub. Warm milk rises around me. My servant follows, her hands wet and eager. She begins to rub the milk over my skin in slow circles. Her fingers trace my breasts, slide down my belly, and dip between my thighs. Every pass brings her closer. I spread my legs and let her mouth find me. She licks with steady pressure, her tongue firm and knowing. Milk spills over the edge as I lift my hips for more. Her blonde hair falls forward, getting soaked. I keep my brunette hair pinned back, cool and dry above the warmth. She works her tongue deeper, teasing the places that make me moan. I reach for her, guiding her head. Her lips stay on me while the rest of her body stays ready for anything I want next.