The Bathtub of Lesbian Dearest Women

Slippery water splashes down her tits, soaking them through as she kneels beneath the showerhead.Her legs spread wide, revealing the tattooed ink that decorates her body.As the jet of water pummels her sensitive flesh, she moans and writhes, wrapping her fingers around her clitoris.The steam rises around her like a hazy dream, swirling upwards into a kaleidoscope of color.Her lover stands there, dripping wet, holding onto her with both hands as they passionately kiss.Their lips linger together, as if in an eternal embrace, before she pulls away and shoves her breast against his hard chest.She giggles in delight, loving every inch of him, every rugged feature on his face, his bulging muscles.He responds, pulling her against him and taking control, as they begin to rock back and forth against each other.As they fuck, their bodies intertwined, she moans louder, loving the feeling of his tongue exploring her neck, his hands gripping her ass, tugging her closer.She arches her spine, reaching for him as he holds onto her waist.The water continues to pour over her, cooling her skin as they fuck faster, harder.Suddenly, he flips her onto her stomach and pounds her pussy from behind, making her scream with pleasure, loving every moment of this intense encounter.As they catch their breath, she turns around and throws her arm over his shoulder, laughing softly.She looks into his eyes and sees the heat burning within him, loves the raw desire she sees there.They lay down on the bathtub bench and start making love once again, their bodies entangled, their lips meeting.This time they dont stop, they keep going, kissing, touching, fucking, until they reach their orgasms and collapse onto the bench, spent but still very much in love.