Blondes in the bath

Bathing together carries a certain intimacy. Mia's fingers found every curve of my body under the warm water, circling my clit before sliding lower. She teased my entrance, wet with more than just bathwater, then slipped two fingers inside. I opened wider. She worked deeper, curling against my g-spot while her thumb kept its steady rhythm on my swollen clit. My thighs trembled. Steam rose between us. She didn't rush. She just kept stroking, pushing, and drawing small, involuntary sounds from my throat until I came hard against her hand.