Water barely rippling around my tits. That candy-striped dildo glued to the bottom - thick head poking up like it owns me. I lean down first, swirl my tongue, slurp it deep till spit strings from my chin to the tip. Then I stand, legs apart, squat slow - watching myself stretch wide, juices mixing with bath water, hips rolling like I’m grinding on you. Moans bounce off marble… one last slam and I shatter - clenching, flooding, calling you my good little peeper.
