Ross sat back in the wide, sunken tub, the warm water swirling around his waist.
His eyes didn't leave Tianna's for a moment as she slowly stepped into the tub and lowered herself onto his lap, straddling him.
Her body trembled slightly, but not from fear—from anticipation.
His cock, thick and pulsing, was trapped between them, pressed against her flat belly.
She felt its warmth, the raw strength of it, and yet all she could focus on was the way Ross's hands moved—confident, slow, and deliberate.
He leaned forward, his mouth closing around one of her nipples, sucking gently at first before teasing it with his tongue.
His other hand found her other breast, squeezing it with a rough tenderness that sent sparks shooting through her spine.
"A-ahhh…" Tianna moaned, her voice soft and sweet, filled with pleasure and disbelief.
Her fingers gripped his shoulders for balance, nails lightly digging into his skin.
Ross didn't speak. He didn't have to.
