Bath Time, Brew Time, Bump Time

Anne, in her private sanctuary, indulges in a cup of tea as she soaks in the tub. The steam builds, fogging the mirror, but her eyes remain clear, locked on her reflection. A playful smirk tugs at her lips as she begins to touch herself, her fingers tracing the sensitive peaks of her breasts, drifting down to the hidden folds beneath the water's surface. Her imagination runs wild, picturing unseen hands on her body, a mouth on hers, as she writhes in the tub, the tea forgotten, her desire escalating like the temperature in the room.

• bathing
• tea

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