Squirt with Lexi Love

Lexi wanted a different kind of bath. She stepped into the tub with her shirt and pants still on, letting the fabric soak up every drop until it clung to her skin, heavy and tight. The weight made her grin. When the clothes finally got too drenched to keep, she stripped, water streaming off her in little rivers. Horniness was pumping through her hard—she spread in the tub, legs wide, and took a cock like she was punishing it. While the guy was pounding her, Lexi shoved a fist into her own slick curls and yanked hard, hair snapping taut, pain firing straight between her legs. She loved it rough, loved the sting, and sure as hell wasn’t shy about making you remember that.