Jakuzzi joy

She texts me at noon. I’m there by one, slipping out of my clothes and into the hot water. Bubbles keep rising and catching right where they shouldn’t, teasing my clit every time I shift. She watches me squirm, bites her lip, and smiles like she knows exactly what’s happening. We start kissing. The heat pushes us closer until our hands are under the surface, then gone, our mouths replacing them. Her tongue finds me first, slow and wet, sucking through the froth until my hips buck against her face. She moans into me and I answer with my own tongue, spreading her open while the jets keep pounding us both. The pleasure climbs fast, and we chase it together until it breaks—sharp, loud, legs shaking under the water. We stay tangled after, laughing between kisses, letting the bubbles keep playing.