Soaping up with a Sexy Maid

Cumriya

Shipon,Riya

The afternoon sun cast long, golden beams through the steamy bathroom air, making the tiny droplets around us glitter like scattered diamonds. Her laughter was a soft, melodic sound as she carefully worked the lavender-scented lather through my hair, her fingers moving with a tender, practiced rhythm. I could feel the gentle pressure of her touch, a soothing balm that eased the tension from my shoulders, making me feel weightless. The warm water cascaded over my skin, a liquid caress that heightened every sensation, every point of contact between us. Her presence was a quiet comfort, her focus entirely on me, creating a sanctuary within the four tiled walls. I closed my eyes, surrendering to the simple, profound intimacy of the moment, of being cared for so completely. The scent of soap and steam wrapped around us like a private cocoon, separating our world from everything outside. A soft sigh escaped my lips, not from weariness, but from a deep, swelling emotion I couldn't name. Her hands, so sure and gentle, traced the line of my back, washing away more than just the day's grime. In that quiet, steam-filled space, I felt not just clean, but truly, beautifully seen.