Avery coughed a little, splashing some water out of the tub as she sat up a bit. Then, she read the text message again.
“I know you were worried about being sweaty, but to be honest I’ve been thinking about licking the hot sticky sweat from your neck and other parts of you since I got home.”
She set the glass down on her little wooden tub shelf, and wiped her mouth with the back of her bubble coated hand. Hot damn, wasn’t he just drawing a picture for her. Actually, she kind of wanted a picture. She bit her bottom lip a little as she tried to figure out the best way to phrase her request.
After a moment, she picked up the phone, and snapped a few suggestive selfies with strategically placed mounds of bubbles - the pinkness of her n*****s just peeking through the suds. She picked the cut
