Exploring the Female Form in ivyjean

Rose petals float around her in "ivyjean" as warm water laps at bare skin. One hand cups a breast, the other disappears beneath bubbles. "ivyjean" catches the exact moment her eyes flutter shut, lips parting on a silent "oh". Fingers move beneath the surface, building speed while her free hand grips the tub’s edge. Water sloshes with every thrust of her hips chasing friction. She whispers "ivyjean" like a secret, louder and louder until the word becomes a scream. The orgasm ripples through her like the water itself, back arching clear of the surface, crying "ivyjean" as waves of pleasure make the bath overflow. 244 words.