I lifted her. The motion, which was smooth and sudden, raised her from the water. Her body, which was wet and slippery, was in my arms. I stood. The water, which had been supporting her, fell away.
Her ass, which was thick and round, was pressed against my cock. The crack, which was wet and warm, was a channel. My shaft, which was hard and hot, slid between the cheeks. The head, which was at the top, pressed against her lower back.
I carried her. Out of the bath. Into the bedroom. The air, which was cool after the warmth of the bathroom, made her skin prickle. Her nipples, which had been stiff, went harder.
