Girl things

Yulia sprawls across the bed, lacquer brush moving slow between her toes. I peel off my clothes and step straight into the bath. Steam rises. I sink beneath it, water sliding over my skin as she stares. Something shifts in her eyes. She sets the bottle down without closing it. Her thighs shift, skin rubbing together, restless. The look she gives me burns straight between my legs. She rises, drops her robe. I stand up in the tub, water streaming off me. She moves close, fingers trailing wet skin, finding the slick heat between my legs. Her breath catches. Mine does too. She presses me back against the porcelain edge and kneels, tongue already seeking. Her mouth works slick and hungry. I open wider, fingers twisting into her hair, guiding. She moans into me, the sound loud in the tiled room. Water drips from my body onto her shoulders. She licks deeper, fucking me with her tongue until I shake, until I come gasping, my voice ringing off the walls. We never leave the room. The party starts and ends without us. Yulia stays where she is, eating me until I can hardly stand. I let her. Every time she slows, I pull her back in. She keeps me naked and wet until the sun comes up.