A Glimpse into Desire: brickzilla of

Rose petals float around her in "brickzilla of" as warm water laps at bare skin. One hand cups a breast, the other disappears beneath bubbles. "brickzilla of" 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 "brickzilla of" 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 "brickzilla of" as waves of pleasure make the bath overflow. 244 words.