The Spa Reminder
The hot water lapped at Hai-uyen's collarbones, her skin flushed pink. Tom's thigh was a solid, hot weight against hers under the bubbling surface. His cock, long and thick and lazy, drifted against her hip—a deliberate, casual claim. She lifted her phone, the steam fogging the lens, and captured the image: the contrast of her slender thigh against his, the shadow of his endowment just beneath the waterline. Her thumb hovered over send, a thrill coiling low in her belly, sharper than the spa's heat.