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The tempting brunette teases and tantalizes in the bathroom
As the steam from the running shower begins to fog up the bathroom mirror, a voluptuous young brunette sashays into view, her luscious curves accentuated by a skimpy red bikini. With a coquettish smile, she playfully traces a finger along the edge of the mirror, her eyes locked on the camera in a flirtatious gaze. The smooth skin of her bare midriff beckons, drawing all eyes to the tantalizing rise and fall of her ample bosom with each ragged inhale.
Her full, pouty lips part as she runs her tongue along them, hinting at the naughty pleasures to come. She reaches back to untie her bikini top, letting it fall away to reveal perky breasts that stand at attention, nipples already pebbled in anticipation. Cupping the heavy mounds, she rolls the hardened buds between her fingers, biting her bottom lip as little moans of pleasure escape her. Her free hand snakes down her body, playing with the thin string of her bikini bottoms, teasing the sensitive flesh just below.
Turning to the side, she bends over, running her palms up her long, toned legs, giving the camera a perfect view of her shapely ass barely contained by the tiny scrap of fabric. Thumbs hooked in the string, she wiggles her hips invitingly as she slowly, teasingly slides the bikini bottoms down, exposing her smooth, bare pussy. She straightens up, turning to face the camera, a hand resting between her legs as she spreads herself, fingers gliding through her slick folds.
Unable to restrain herself any longer, she reaches for the shower knob, her breasts bouncing enticingly as she steps beneath the warm spray. The water cascades down her body, caressing her skin like phantom hands. She runs her hands through her hair, pushing the damp locks back from her face as rivulets of water glisten on her skin and drip down her front. Her fingers linger on her chest, brushing over her nipples as she arches into the touch.
She lathers up a washcloth with her pink body wash, trailing the soapy fabric over her neck and collarbone, down between her breasts and over her taut stomach. Turning around, she reaches back to wash her ass, bending forward as she glides the cloth along the crack, pressing into that tight hole just enough to hint at what’s to come. She straightens, water running in rivulets down her toned back as she arches her back, presenting her pussy to the camera. Urging her thighs apart, she separates her cheeks one last time before turning off the water, dripping wet.
Stepping out of the shower, she reaches for a fluffy white towel, squeezing the excess water from her hair before dragging it along her skin, paying close attention to her breasts and hips. After a few passes, she’s mostly dry, the towel draped around her shoulders like a shawl as she opens the fogged-up glass door, sauntering into the bathroom proper. Her eyes dance as she spots her lingerie laid out on the countertop, and with a provocative gleam in her eye, she sits on the edge of the sink and invites the camera closer.
She reaches for the scrap of tissue-thin fabric and lace that makes up the bra, slipping the straps over her shoulders and adjusting the cups to cradle her breasts like clouds. The delicate lace barely contains her, the tips of her nipples peeking out tantalizingly. Next, she picks up the matching thong and hooks it around her thumbs, raising her hips off the counter as she drags it over her thighs and up her legs, the silky material sliding between her cheeks to settle into place. She reaches back to adjust the thin string, running a finger along the tiny swatch of fabric that disappears between her ass cheeks.
Satisfied with her appearance, she rises from the countertop, making her way over to the towel rod, humming softly to herself as she does. She copes the towel and magically wraps it around herself like a makeshift toga, letting it sit just off-center on her chest. With a broad smile, she does a little twirl, the towel flaring out around her before settling back into place. She plops down on the edge of the seamless bathtub, crossing her legs at the ankle and resting her hands in her lap as she looks at the camera.
She pats the empty space beside her, crooking a finger in invitation. You can’t refuse her, moving to sit next to her and immediately reaching out to stroke her thigh. She allows the affectionate touch, setting one of her hands on top of yours as she leans in close, her warm breath ghosting over your cheek. Her lips brush your ear as she whispers, This is when I found out he had motive to kill.
