“I like this bathroom,” Garbi said. “Hotel bathrooms only have showers, no room for baths, no time.” He brushed me with his c**k and I fondled it while sitting on the edge of the large claw-foot tub, trying to adjust the water temperature with my free hand.
“It’s hot,” I warned, but he didn’t seem to mind.
Garbi slid into the massive tub filled with steaming lavender-scented water and splashed some at me. “Get in.”
I didn’t need further prompting. After careful renegotiating, we settled opposite each other.
Candles flickered super romantically. It may be corny, but I’ll admit, candlelight adds something to a bath.
“Why are you smiling?” Garbi asked. He’d put his feet on my thighs and slid deeper, so water swirled around his neck.
“No reason,” I answered, rubbing the arch of his right
