Zhao Tian sat in the wide bathtub as steam curled around him.
From this angle, he had a clear view of the open shower area a few steps away.
Ji Shuang stood beneath the falling water, and the spray cascaded over her shoulders and down the heavy curves of her breasts, washing away the thick streaks of cum that still clung to her skin.
She tilted her head back and let the water run through her long purple hair before gathering it to the side.
Her hands moved slowly over her body, first across the upper slopes of her breasts, gliding her fingers over the fading red handprints, then lower, cupping and lifting the soft, full weight of each mound so the water could rinse the sticky trails.
She spent extra time on her chest.
Her palms circled the pale flesh, brushing her thumbs over her nipples as she cleaned every trace of the mess he had left on her.
Zhao Tian watched without speaking.
