Rebecca Blue Get Naughty In The Tub

Rebecca Blue sinks into steaming water like she’s been planning this all day. She drags her tank top over her head, lets it catch on the way down, then peels the shorts from her hips until nothing’s left between your eyes and that tight, nude frame. The curve of her tits rises and falls with each breath, nipples already tight. Steam beads on her skin before sliding straight into the hollow of her belly. She lets the water lap around the soft line of her waist, rests one leg on the edge so the pink seam of her slit parts open. Fingers trace, part, circle slow, then press harder while her hips make little, knowing rocks against her own hand. With every slow stroke her breath catches, gets shorter. The faucet is right there. She twists the lever, lifts the flexible nozzle and aims the clean, hard jet at her bare cunt. The water slams into the swollen clit and she gasps, hips twitching, knees buckling, muscles flaring all at once. She rides the stream, rocks the flow side-to-side and comes in seconds—hard, loud, clear to the bone—shuddering until her fingers slip, the rhythm falters, and all that remains is hot water and her own pulse echoing against porcelain.