The bathtub was absurdly large, fully customized with massage features, spacious enough to swim in.
Walter Schmidt held Emma Benson close, leaning against the side of the bathtub, the water covering their upper bodies, leaving only their necks and heads exposed.
Emma sat on the man's thighs, not daring to move, fearing that any movement might make the man aware of her, and he might devour her right there in the bathtub.
After a day of flying, exhaustion was inevitable, so she closed her eyes, savoring the peaceful moment of the two of them.
However, for the man, holding the soft and fragrant body was a torment, especially since their bodies were tightly pressed together, and he hadn't touched her in over a month. It was simply impossible not to have inappropriate thoughts!
Therefore, in less than five minutes, his hands began to explore, sliding from her slender waist upwards, the pressure varying between light and heavy, perfectly controlled.
