Backstage of A really hot bath

The steam rises in thick ribbons. She steps into the tub. Pale skin, wet hair, barely dry. Blonde strands cling to her shoulders. No hesitation. She sees the hard cock jutting above the water and goes straight for it. Her small hand wraps around the base. Mouth follows. Lips stretch. Tongue works slow, then faster, sliding over the head with every stroke. She takes more. Saliva drips from the corner of her mouth into the bath. Eyes flick up, half-lidded. She keeps sucking. Deep. Wet. The water laps at her thighs as she leans in. One hand between her own legs now, fingers working in time with her mouth. She moans around the cock. It vibrates through her. She pulls off, gasps once, then goes back down. Harder. Deeper. Her blonde hair drips water onto the shaft every time she lifts her head. She doesn’t stop. Not until her jaw aches and her fingers shake. The bath is hot. She is hotter.