A Gothy Bath

As hot water ran into the tub, building mounds of flowery-scented bubbles, she scooped up a handful of suds and brought them to her chest, letting the foam slide down her ivory skin. Like an idiot, I laugh and say, "you're going to make the floor slippery..." She comes closer and presses her body against mine, the wet soap soaking into my shirt, her hard nipples pressing against my chest. "We should get in the tub, then, don't you think?"

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