Mesmerizing Brunette Model enjoys a sensual bath
The soft, warm jets of water cascaded over her supple body as the brunette beauty, Amara, relaxed in the large, jacuzzi-style tub. She had been called in by the producers for an exclusive audition to model their new line of sensual bathtub products, and she was more than eager to strut her stuff.
Amara leaned her head back, her long, dark tresses splayed out in the water like an oily, shiny palette. Her full, ruby lips parted slightly as she took a deep breath, relishing the soothing sensation of the coursing warm water. The steam from the tub rose in wisps, swirling around her face like an exotic mask.
She reached for the bottle of luxurious, lavender-scented bath oil and slowly drizzled it over her breasts, the liquid trailing down the slopes of her ample bosom like liquid chocolate. Amara’s fingers danced over the slick surface of her skin, smearing the oil in swooping circles. She paid particular attention to her pert, rose-tipped nipples, which puckered and pebbled under her tender touch.
Amara’s eyes fluttered closed as she lost herself in the sensual ritual. She could imagine the probing touch of her lover’s hands, gliding over her wet flesh, leaving a glistening trail of oil and need. Her breathing grew heavier, her chest rising and falling with each needy sigh.
The water sluiced over her body as Amara inched lower, her fingers gliding from her bosom over the long, lean plane of her stomach. She dipped her hand lower, skimming past the neat, tidy patch of dark curls at her mons, seeking out the throbbing, slick nub of her clit. Amara let out a soft moan as she circled her finger around the sensitive bud, pleasure radiating through her body like heat from a flame.
Her fingers danced and dipped lower, siblings pressing into her hot, wet folds. Amara’s hips bucked as she plunged first one, then two fingers into her clenching, grasping channel. She worked her digits in and out, building a delicious friction that had heat coiling low in her belly.
Amara’s other hand fondled her oil-slick breasts, pinching and tugging at her nipples. Pain and pleasure sparks zapped straight to her core, making her slick inner walls flutter and tighten around her thrusting fingers.
She could feel her orgasm building, cresting higher and higher. Amara’s fingers pumped faster, harder, churning up her sweet, musky juices. Her hips rolled and rocked, fucking herself on her thrusting hand.
With a keening cry, Amara finally tipped over the edge, her orgasm crashing over her like a tidal wave. Her body convulsed, her slick inner muscles clamping down hard on her fingers as wave after wave of toe-curling ecstasy slammed into her. She rode out the aftershocks, her fingers still buried in her twitching slit until the last sparks of pleasure faded away.
Amara slumped back against the edge of the tub, a satisfied smile curling her well-kissed lips. She could just imagine the producers’ faces when they watched the footage of her little solo performance. The scene was pure, unadulterated sex – and that was exactly what the products were all about.
Of course, Amara wasn’t the least bit surprised when she received the call for a second, more exclusive audition. It seemed the producers were very impressed with her enthusiasm and talent. At the second audition, Amara put on an even more sensual display, using the full line of products on her slick body while the cameras (and a special guest star) captured every tantalizing moment.
As the brunette beauty slathered heaping dollops of the rich, creamy bath soufflé on her breasts and let it ooze between her thighs, she knew that her career as a model was just getting started – and what a steamy, sensual ride it was going to be
