“I can’t believe your parents don’t use this damn thing.”

Chloe lets out a deeply relaxed sigh as she settles into the boiling hot water the jacuzzi provides, head tipped back over the rim to exposing the milky surface of her throat.

A taunting gesture.

Her legs spread beneath the surface, allowing you a comfortable spot on top of her. Wet fingertips crawl up your back, digging into the divots of your spine out of our habit.

“I would kill to have this in my backyard..”