The Little Things

Charles runs that bar of soap over Autumn’s back and she gets this wicked little grin that says trouble’s coming. Before he even gets to her tits she grabs his wrist and shoves his hand between her thighs so he feels exactly how fast she’s heating up. Slicks and suds slide down those curves while she twists around and parks that fat ass right on his half-hard cock. One slow roll of her hips and he’s full mast, slick soap foam squelching between them. Autumn laughs, reaches back, and guides him straight in while the water sloshes over the rim. Deep, rolling strokes fill the tub with filthy little splashes, Autumn bracing on the edge while he grips those wide hips and drives up into her again and again, bubbles popping across their skin with every wet slap.