The water sloshed gently around them with the motion, the sound somehow adding to the filth of the moment.
Julian's breathing was becoming more labored, his hands gripping the bath's edge even tighter.
Seraphine could feel the signs of his climax—his cock pulsing more urgently in her hand, his body tensing, and his breathing pattern changing. He was close. Very close.
She leaned in even closer, her lips nearly touching his ear as she continued to stroke him. "Are you going to cum for me, Father?" she whispered, her hot breath against his skin. "Are you going to release because of your daughter's touch? I can feel you throbbing. I know you're close."
Her hand moved faster, tightening her grip with each stroke.
Julian's entire body went taut, his mind blanking. His breathing stopped for just a moment, suspended on the edge.
And then, just as he was about to tip over, Seraphine pulled her hand away completely.
