Sensational

Violet Russo lounged in the warm bath like the water was made for her, every curve on display. Lilium climbed in after her and slid between those thighs without a word. She ran warm hands over heavy, slick breasts, then lower, fingers diving through Violet’s thick, wet bush. One glance toward the silk bag on the marble ledge told them both what came next. They traded the plugs like whispers—Lilium pushing a sleek little plug past Violet’s tight ring first, then Violet returning the favor, burying the cool weight inside Lilium until her breath hitched. By the time the second plug clicked into place, neither of them could stay still. They stepped out dripping, legs already shaking, and headed straight for the sheets.