Iveta's hot bath

Iveta steps into the bath, steam rising as the water welcomes her naked skin. She lowers herself slowly, thighs parting to meet the warmth between them. Blonde hair clings to her shoulders, catching the light, while her breasts rise with each breath. She leans back. One hand drifts down her stomach, fingers sliding between the folds of her sex, moving in steady circles. The water ripples around her. Every stroke draws a quiet sound from her throat. Her hips lift to meet her touch, ass pressing against the porcelain, soft and full, catching the eye with every slow shift. She closes her eyes. Her breath quickens. The water laps at her skin, and she lets it carry her further into the moment, deeper into the pleasure building between her legs.