Fuck it, stop deluding yourself.

"God you're so dirty," Gemma smiles, grasping your erect shaft with her hand.

You lean your head back, the last of your resistance finally worn away as you accept that you want this so very badly. She continues to rub the smooth, hard curved edges of the soap around the head of your cock and back and forth across your slit. You grimace in a mixture of pleasure and agony as she stimulates your sensitive glans with the bar, leaving a creamy film all over. Pitiful gasps squeak from your throat as you clutch at the edges of the tub, your knuckles going white as she torments you with her exquisite hands. The fact that neither of you can see what she's doing beneath the bed of foamy bubbles obscuring the depths of the bath demonstrates how skilled she truly is. She licks her lips hungrily, water still dripping from her hair down her face while she goes to work.

Just as you're about to bust, she releases you, letting the bar of soap float to the surface. She slides forward and grabs the base of your cock, straddling you with her thighs and lowering her pussy down on top of you until you're completely buried inside of her. You groan at the soft tightness that envelops your manhood, realizing that although she's blown you close to a dozen times and let you fuck her in the ass, this is the first time your cock has actually felt the comforting warmth of her pussy. She cradles the back of your head and pulls you toward her chest, urging you to devour her pillowy breasts which you do so eagerly, tasting the soap on her skin as you suckle away. Her nipples feel hard against your tongue as you coat them in saliva, running the tip all around her tight areolae.

She begins to rock back and forth, grinding her pussy into your cock, as your face remains buried in her chest, held in tightly by her arms.