Jacuzzi fun with Peaches

The party crowd had cleared hours ago. Peaches sat in the dim lights of the jacuzzi, bubbles still working, the rest of the house empty. She had wanted him. Now the want sat low in her belly, hot and restless. Her thighs parted under the water. Fingers slid beneath the thin fabric of her bottoms, found the slick heat she already carried, and began to stroke in slow, hungry circles. Her breath came shorter with each pass. The need grew thicker, heavier, until it spilled over in a warm rush that mixed with the water around her.