Evelyn's Wet Hair

Her soaking hair stuck to the sides of her face, long enough to drape onto her massive, glistening breasts, rivulets of water running from the tips of the tresses. The bubbles slowly slid down her body, revealing the curve of her clevage, the darker skin of her erect nipples, the smooth flesh around her navel. "What are you looking at? Just get in - you look cold," she says, sliding back to make room in the steaming water for one lucky guest.

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