Bathtub Kink

Steam curls off the bathwater while Ava sinks in. Bubbles cling to skin that curves just right. She does not rush. Her fingers trace first one breast, then the other, squeezing until the nipples tighten and stand dark against the foam. She leans back, knees parting, and the hand drifts lower. One fingertip circles her clit, slow and sure, before she slides two fingers inside. The water ripples as her wrist works. She spreads herself wider, thumb pressing harder, chasing that steady pulse until her hips buck once, twice, and a quiet moan escapes her open mouth. Her other hand grips the rim of the tub; knuckles whiten. When she comes, the pleasure rolls through her in tight, warm waves, leaving her slick and spent beneath the fading bubbles.