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Nyx is teased and toyed with while we lay languid in the bath, filled with My fingers and intermittently held below the level-liquid veil, guttural bubbles gushed against the bathroom-acoustics where once were low moans. Her breath-lust only one baser urge not sated, she demands another denial of oxygen, another slippery viscosity to slick her skin and interrupt her inhales.