Why didn't you lock the door you idiot?

Rebecca comes in and sits on the edge of the bathtub. She starts talking to you about how Steve is concerned about looters coming in the evening, and how he wanted to go back to make sure there were no valuables left in the house, but you can barely make out what she is saying. You're too distracted by Gemma, submerged under the surface, with her lips working their way up and down your cock. You grip the sides of the bathtub as you begin to get light-headed from a combination of the steamy heat, and the underwater cockpolishing you're receiving. Fortunately, the mass of bubbles conceals Gemma's presence, although you take one hand and hold her head down so that her long black hair doesnt float to the surface.

You begin to see dark spots in your field of vision as you erupt inside Gemma's throat, your knees breaking the surface of the water as you lift them up to brace your spasming pelvis. Gemma doesn't stop, taking your load like a champ while continuing to devour you, her petite hands stroking your balls and the insides of your thighs and fingering your taint with her razor-sharp nails. Within seconds you're ejaculating down her throat once again, this time with greater ****, and the shudders from your body dangerously cause some bubbles to part revealing the bare surface of the water. By the time your third orgasm hits, you wonder how Gemma has managed to hold her breath for so long, and you fear that she will come crashing up through the water at any moment.

Fortunately your wife has finished speaking with you. You can't remember exactly what she said, apart from going with Steve to help gather more belongings from his house, and you definitely can't remember what you said in response, but finally she leaves. Gemma bursts out from beneath the surface of the water, gasping for breath and wiping the suds from her eyes. She squeezes the water from her hair and reaches for the bar of soap by the edge of the tub, submerging it underwater and stroking it against your aching cock. You gasp as she glides the bar up and down the length of your shaft, circling it painfully around your sensitive tip.

"Why do you keep resisting me?" she pouts massaging your balls with her fingers as she soaps up your cock. "It's obvious how much you enjoy this."