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“I’m all dirty now,” Lara mused, her warm voice making it obvious how much she loved that. “Filthy…”

“I think you may be used to it,” Steve commented, as wry as he was polite.

“Quite.” Lara pressed a control and the bathtub filled up again, hot water caressing her body, washing her flesh clean with some help from Steve’s rubbing hands.

The tap automatically shut off once the water had leveled off, up to Lara and Steve’s shoulders as they sat facing each other. Satisfied that the system had worked as it should, Lara floated over to Steve—wrapping her legs around his waist, her arms around his neck, and pressing her plump breasts into his equally broad chest.

He entered her, shocking Lara with the feeling of being penetrated, then she let out a full moan at the feel of his arousal throbbing inside her. She wiggled her ass, pleasuring herself on his rigid manhood. She would’ve kept on that way, fucking herself and moaning like a madwoman, if Steve hadn’t kissed her. He did it deeply, passionately, with Lara soon joining in. No passive love object, but sucking on his tongue and wiggling her own back into his mouth.

Pure, electric lust coursed through her lips and a surge of pleasure pulsed from where his cock was buried inside her. They groaned and growled as Steve fucked into her, Steve even chuckling as Lara both rode him and undulated with the thrusts she was taking.

“I could fuck you like this all day,” Steve said.

“What’s stopping you?” Lara retorted.

Steve shifted their positions, pressing her against the side of the tub as he fucked in and out of her, sending waves lapping at the rim. “Nothing,” he said.

They rutted together slowly, luxuriating in the warm water, enjoying the feel of their bodies being joined. Lara relished being in Steve’s power, trusting in him to pleasure her, and she could see he was savoring her submission as well. He sucked at her tongue, licked some of the water from her breasts while it tasted of her. She tightened her legs around his body, pulling his prick deeper into her, writhing against him while he was locked inside her.

Over the course of the next hour, Lara came repeatedly, her orgasmic convulsions getting Steve close to climax, but never bringing him over the brink. He wanted the ecstasy to last and Lara felt greedy, enjoying all he had to give her for so long. But she was happy to be greedy when it was for something she delighted in as fully as this.

Finally, though, her frustration outweighed her enjoyment. She might be able to stand the tension of constant, rhythmic orgasm for longer, but she couldn’t take not getting his cum. It felt like Steve was lording his superiority over her, and even if he was topping her, Lara could only be so much his bitch.

She crushed herself against his muscular body as her cunt spasmed again, her young body crashing into rapture. Her eyes rolled back and she shuddered against her master, her inner folds gripped by the pressure of withstanding his fucking, her toes clutching under the water.

“I’m coming!” she cried. “COMING!”

Steve pumped himself rapidly into her sucking, quivering hole, overdosing on her tightness until he was coming too. As his seed flew into her cunt, he and Lara swayed dizzily in the steamy water, their flesh pulsing with the same pleasure.

After that, they both went naked onboard the yacht. Lara quite enjoyed her own beauty, even more so when she could flaunt it to Steve. She naturally relished being in peak physical condition, as well as genetically gifted. It seemed almost churlish, even petty, to show off so flagrantly her fat ass, slender waist, plump breasts, and sensually made-up face, her hair still done up in the kinky little braid she knew men got such a kick out of.

But then, Steve hardly had anything to be embarrassed of either—not even an unfortunate tattoo. It was shaking her usual affinity for bad boys. Steve was as good as they came, yet Lara came for him harder than she would for an entire motorcycle club. Not that she’d ever been quite that libertine, although Steve was definitely making her feel that way.

It was later in the day that Lara caught him staring at her. He was forthright about it, not furtively averting his gaze at all. Lara supposed there was no pretending he’d been doing something else—not when his engorged cock fully proved where his mind was at.