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She could hear the wind in the trees outside. It was a cold winters night. She lay in the hot bath, candles flickering, steam rising. The water caressed her skin, making her generous breasts float ever so slightly. It glistened across her thighs, lapped at her neck and rippled when she moved. She let her hands run across her breasts, her nipples responded, her head dropping back. Oh, she missed this. Touching herself. Making her body respond with tingles and pulses. Her cunt was fully submerged and she liked the way the water felt against her folds, surrounding and warming every part. Caressing her intimately. She longed to touch, rub herself, but she refrained. She was saving her pleasure for him. She lay in the warm water imagining what was to come later. It made her cheeks flush and her clit throb. Her fingers strayed back to her tight nipples. Rolling. Squeezing. A hard pinch. She gasped and arched her back, the water sloshed around her. Her eyes fluttered shut and her mouth remained open as she continued to pinch. Harder. The sweet sensation of pain mixed with pleasure. A slight gasp. Then she released them. The pain subsided and was replaced by a rushing sensation as the blood flow returned. Panting slightly, she opened her eyes. With warm skin and throbbing need she left the bath to go and find her love.
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