Rose petals float around her in "gloria maria torres" as warm water laps at bare skin. One hand cups a breast, the other disappears beneath bubbles. "gloria maria torres" catches the exact moment her eyes flutter shut, lips parting on a silent "oh". Fingers move beneath the surface, building speed while her free hand grips the tub’s edge. Water sloshes with every thrust of her hips chasing friction. She whispers "gloria maria torres" like a secret, louder and louder until the word becomes a scream. The orgasm ripples through her like the water itself, back arching clear of the surface, crying "gloria maria torres" as waves of pleasure make the bath overflow. 244 words.