Spa X - Episode 8

Laila pressed the cool porcelain against her lips, taking a slow sip. She wore nothing but a white silk robe, untied at the waist. Her full breasts were exposed, the nipples hard from the chilled air, while the fabric barely covered the curve of her ass. Her legs were spread wide, bare feet braced on the marble tiles. She leaned back, letting the rim of the cup rest between her legs, tilting it just so. A stream of warm jasmine tea trickled from her pussy, sliding over her clit before dripping into the cup below. She watched the golden liquid swirl, the muscles in her thighs twitching as she squeezed out every drop. The air smelled thick with flowers and sex. Laila let out a soft moan, fingers sliding down to part her folds wider, coaxing the last warm trickle into the cup. She lifted it again, lips brushing the same spot that had just held her cunt, and drank deeply. Her tongue lingered against the porcelain, tasting herself mixed with the tea. She set the cup down and let her hand fall between her thighs, two fingers pressing slow circles over her slick clit, the other hand cupping her breast, rolling the nipple between her fingers. The robe slipped from her shoulders, pooling at her elbows. She arched her back, hips rolling forward, chasing the heat building in her core. Her breath came in short bursts. The wet sound of her fingers working filled the quiet room. She pressed two fingers inside, curling them, the heel of her hand grinding against her clit. Her thighs trembled. She bit her lip, eyes half-lidded, lost in the rhythm, the tension coiling tighter with every stroke. She came with a low, broken sound, hips jerking, fingers buried deep as her cunt pulsed around them. Her juices dripped down her knuckles, mixing with the last of the tea on the tiles.