Spa X - Episode 9

The steam clung to every surface. A tiled wall slick with condensation, water tracing slow paths down pale skin. She stood barefoot on the heated stone, robe half-open, the silk sliding from one shoulder as she leaned into the marble ledge. Her nipples hardened against the cooler air that drifted from the vents. The scent of eucalyptus and warmed oils hung thick, almost sweet. He watched from the bench, towel low on his hips, cock already stiffening beneath the cotton. She let the robe fall completely, hips tilting forward as she reached for the oil pump mounted near the sink. Warm liquid pooled in her palm and she spread it across her breasts, slow circles that made her breath catch. Then she turned, walked to him, straddled his lap without speaking. Her thighs pressed against his, slick and warm. She took his hand, guided it between her legs where she was already wet, softer than the oil on her skin. He pushed two fingers inside her, curling them while his thumb circled her clit. She rolled her hips against the pressure, one hand braced on his shoulder, the other reaching down to pull the towel free. His cock sprang up against her belly, hot and heavy. She wrapped her fingers around it, stroking once, twice, the oil making everything glide. His mouth found her breast, teeth grazing her nipple until she hissed. She lifted herself, positioned the head of his cock at her entrance, and sank down in one steady motion. Her cunt stretched around him, tight and slick, a low sound escaping her throat. She stayed there for a beat, letting him fill her, then began to move. Slow at first, grinding deep, then faster, the wet sound of skin on skin echoing against the tiles. Sweat gathered at the small of her back. His hands gripped her ass, spreading her wider, urging her deeper. She leaned back, one palm flat on his thigh for balance, the other rubbing her clit in tight, desperate circles while she rode him. Her orgasm hit hard, a pulse that clenched around his cock, her thighs shaking. He followed seconds later, spilling inside her with a rough groan, his come mixing with the oil and her arousal. They stayed locked together, breathing hard, water still dripping from the ceiling.