The warm water by their sides felt like a gentle hand, caressing the bodies of the two.
Zhang Hao pinched He Qianhui's soft, elastic thighs.
She cooperated by gently parting them, trying to bring their bodies even closer.
In the bathtub, it wasn't as easy to move as it was on the bed.
Therefore, Zhang Hao's movements were gentle and slow, which provided He Qianhui with sensations she could hardly experience otherwise.
This time, she could truly feel the size, the hardness, and the shape of his "thing".
It wasn't until the water in the bathtub grew cold that Zhang Hao quickened his pace.
Afterwards, the steamy private bathroom that belonged only to them also gained an extra hint of ambiguity.
He Qianhui was left so spent she didn't have the strength to move, lying in the bathtub like a puddle of mud.
The only strength left in her body was just enough to maintain her normal breathing.
