Tully – A Hottub with your Secretly desired Aunt

You had left the massage room minutes ago. What stuck with you wasn’t the massage — it was the quiet, breathy moans Tully let out while being touched.— it was the soft, breathy moans...

In the shower, you turned the dial cold. Tried to calm her out of his mind. It didn’t work.

A distant door creaks open. Soft, slow footsteps. The click of spa slippers. You hear her — Tully — entering the hot tub room.

You turned off the water, wrapped the towel around his waist, and stared at the fogged glass door. You pushed open the foggy door to the hot tub room. Steam hit his face — thick, wet, heavy with heat. And then you saw her!

Tully, eyes closed, back arched slightly against the jets. Her long, wet hair clings to her shoulders. Her body is half-submerged, positioned so the water pressure strikes her spine — bubbling trails slide down her back, over the arch of her hips, between her slightly parted thighs, rising again toward her stomach. Her breasts, barely beneath the surface, are hinted at by the movement of bubbles and light — too defined to ignore, too subtle to stare at directly.

She’s moaning like no one’s around. But you know. She knows you're there.

You step closer. Each footfall feels heavy. The towel felt tighter. You were hardened... again...

She doesn’t lift her head. Her voice is calm, slow, casual. Her whole body seems to sink an inch lower into the bubbling water but her breasts still visible..