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answered matter-of-factly. “Believe me, you will.”
    He stepped into the water without caution, then immediately sucked air through his teeth, making a hissing sound. “Damn, Baby,” he said, trying not to let the water swish around his legs. “This shit is hot!”
    â€œStop cryin’ and suck it up,” she laughed, turning off the running water.
    â€œSuck it up?” He looked at her like she was a crazy woman.
    â€œDo unto others…” she said. He smiled back, showing his even white teeth and a glimpse of his thick pink tongue, then eased down into the water.
    She pulled a clean washcloth from the towel rack and dunked it between his legs. She leaned behind him, letting her bare breasts brush across his skin, and squeezed water over
his back. She repeated the action several times—until her nipples were hard again and he had become less sensitive to the heat. He leaned back against the tub and closed his eyes. She poured gel on the cloth and washed him gently while she surveyed his body. His skin was a milk-chocolate brown with red undertones. His bald head glistened with perspiration, his lips looked so full and soft, and his shoulders were smooth and strong. His body was a sculpted masterpiece, calling out to her fingertips, her mouth, her pussy.
    She couldn’t help touching him. She moved the washcloth over his body, making sure he stayed wet and warm all over. She ran it over his stomach and hipbones. His penis responded immediately, but she ignored it, teasing him by omission, and finished washing him down. She leaned forward, having saved his toes for last, and he sat up and kissed her softly up and down her spine. She closed her eyes, letting the sensation run between her legs.
    â€œReady to get out?” she asked.
    He nodded yes, pulled himself to a standing position, and took the cloth from her. She watched as he washed himself in all the spots she couldn’t reach, then rinsed the suds from his body with fresh water. When he turned off the spray, she began to lightly pat his body dry with a thick bath towel. He stepped out of the tub so that she could finish what she’d started. She knelt down in front of him to dry his calves and feet. He moved in closer to her. His penis was directly in front of her face, still only semi-erect.
    â€œThis simply will not do,” she said. She dropped the towel at his feet and held his penis in her hands. He moaned. She brushed her moist lips against the smooth head of his penis. He moaned a little more. She reached behind her for the perfect margarita he’d made. She took a swallow then parted her lips and drew him into the wet, warm, salty haven of her mouth. He moaned louder this time.

    â€œMmph, mmph, mmph,” he said from deep in this throat. He placed a hand on the back of her neck to let her know he was pleased. And she loved knowing that she was bringing him pleasure. She pulled his now fully erect dick slowly from her mouth, letting her lips drag over the head before sucking it back in. He flinched and she moved her tongue along his shaft. She knew his knees were getting weak because he grabbed hold of the towel rack to support himself. This excited her even more and she began to take him in and out with faster strokes. She could feel his dick expanding inside her mouth and knew he was nearing a point of no return. She slowly pulled him from between her lips and leaned away from him. She reached again for her drink and brought the glass to his penis and dipped it in. She licked the margarita from his erection, smacking her lips. She looked up and saw that his eyes were wide open. He lifted her up from her knees and drew her close to his warm, naked body, then reached down between her legs.
    â€œOoh, shit,” he whispered. Her pussy was wet and with each stroke of his finger across her clit she became more excited. “Now it’s your turn,” he said. He led her through the darkened