Bathroom play

Eve asked me to help her shave. She drew the bath, bubbles climbing over her hips, sliding down her thighs, catching on the curve where her ass met the water. I watched. Then my hands moved before my brain caught up. Her breasts filled my palms, heavy and warm through the foam. She pressed back against me. The razor stayed on the edge of the tub. My fingers found her nipples, already stiff. She moaned once, low, and opened her legs wider. I pushed two fingers into her cunt, then three. Water sloshed over the rim. She grabbed my wrist and made me go harder. When she came the first time she bit my shoulder hard enough to leave marks. That’s when she reached for the bottle. The thick glass neck slid between her folds first, cold at first, then warmed by her. She worked it deeper until the whole top disappeared inside her. I watched her cunt stretch around it. She turned, leaned forward, and I knew what she wanted next. The smaller vial went in her ass, slow at first, then faster when she pushed back on it. Two holes filled, her hips jerking between them. She wanted more. I found the curved handle of the back brush and pressed it against her, working it in beside the vial until both holes were stuffed tight. Her breathing turned ragged. I fucked her with both objects at once, alternating the rhythm until she shook and came again, water and foam spraying across the tile. She didn’t stop. She wanted both at once, deeper. I gave it to her until her legs gave out and she slumped against the side of the tub, cunt and ass still twitching around the objects buried inside her.