She sat up from the bath when she heard the door open. Her hands covered her nipples, lest the wrong person see them -- it was only me, so I suggested she uncover those. "Not until you come a bit closer," she said. I took two steps,and she shook her head. Two steps closer...

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Pale skin and dark hair were a stark contrast to her red lipstick. The suds undulated as she shifted her seating, lifting her pert breasts out of the water. "I'm almost done in here," she purred, "so you should be waiting in the bedroom for me..."

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Lili wore her turquoise swimsuit because she was warned she would be getting wet. When she saw there was a bubble bath instead of a pool, she still hopped in. It turns out, his idea of "get wet" was more focused at her panties...and a few minutes later, he succeeded:

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The wet turquoise shirt clung to her breasts, which bounced intriguingly as she laughed. She managed to get her jeans off before jumping in the tub, but she couldn't help herself. I, however, don't get that far before I'm in the tub, too. Her shirt is off, soapy breasts pressing into my chest, as I feel her hands fiddling with my fly under the surface of the water. "These need to come off," she says:

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Holy FUCK I have to watch Community tonight. I am 90% sure I'm going to come in my pants with only the stimulation of seeing Alison Brie in a soapy cheerleader outfit. God damn that shit sounds like a bad spam subject line, but I'm totally hard enough to shatter a cinder block. If you fucking call me tonight while this is on I will rip your fucking balls off. Enough said.

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If a big racecar makes up for tiny dick, you should check out my tricked out Cooper Mini - a small racecar means...well, you get it, right? Why don't you get that sponge and a bucket and soap up my "cooper", if you know what I mean:

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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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Sure, that look means she knows my reason for being in the bathroom while she soaks is a lame, contrived excuse. The clown suit, the bucket of vanilla ice cream, and three feet of Bubble Tape are - for all intents and purposes - the only reason she hasn't kicked me out:

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Don't look so sad, Rachel: I can tell you've done a really good job getting your front clean, but if you can't reach your back, I'll be right in. and, hell, if your front needs a second soaping, it's no problem, I'll help there, too:

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Oh, honey, don't give me that coy look - you know as well as I do there's no accident that I "accidentally" walked into this bathroom, "accidentally" locked the door behind me, and "accidentally" had my clothes fall off mysteriously. There's no reason to fool ourselves at the moment about what's going to happen next, because that warm bath looks awful comfy and you sure could use somebody to wash your back.

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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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You two fine women seem to be such good friends: you go to the store together, do laundry together...oh, my. This bathing together seems a bit more "familiar" than I'd expect, what else do you-oh, I see. I'd like to volunteer as something you'd like to do together, too!

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Dear girl, bathing with your clothes on is strictly out of the question. I don't know where young ladies like you get the idea to wash while dressed; slide that body of yours over here, and I'll help peel the slick, soaked fabric from your smooth skin; I'll even help wash your back a little, if you're so inclined:

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April O'Neil here is preparing for a bath. I'm mildly amused, because April O'Neil is the name of the friend of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, so while I have her kneeling on the edge of the tub, soapy ass in the air, pounding her with my dick from behind, it would be impossible to avoid yelling out references to the cartoon as I come. I don't think it'd go over very well. Anyhow: SOAPY BOOBS!

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Suki, here, has succumbed to the same absent-mindedness that plagues so many hot chicks: forgetting to undress before getting in the bubble bath. The only way to teach them how to do it right is to undress yourself, get in the tub, and help her undress, too: whatever happens naturally after that is the bonus for being nude in the tub - everybody wins!

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Such temptation - you can't honestly want to fuck again, this soon. Those come-hither eyes, those soft breasts, you won't...I mean, I can't get it up again that--er, whaddayaknow, the blood flow is working just fine. Hold on, let me drop these boxers, and I'll be right in:

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I so rarely put up videos on here, because they're always so crappy. Saphire, here, and her huge tits make it all worth while in this case:

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Emily, Emily, Emily: how many times do I have to tell you: we wash the panties separately; there's no need to wear them into the bath. Here, let me tuck my thumbs under the waistband and slip them down over your slippery, soapy thighs so I can properly wash those parts that had been covered:

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Sadly, I was too, too late to join Milka in the bath: the light-up rubber ducky managed to get her attention before I could get my boxers off. Damn you, cock-blocking rubber ducky!

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She asks, with a confused tone in her voice: "I don't get it - I just don't seem to get as clean as I should." I slip into the bath with her, and peel the damp, clingy fabric of her tank top away from her perky breasts. "You really shouldn't wear clothes into the bath; that's your problem right there." I scoop up a handful of bubbles and spread them gently over her breasts, then untie her shoes and toss them out onto the floor. "Ah, much better," she coos.

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