Mystearica
Star
- Joined
- May 20, 2014
Jaida Hart was relaxing after a long day at work -- cramped into a skirted suit, working with the idiot marketers at her firm... it was a stressful job. She'd come straight home, leaving her clothes in a trail from the front door to the bathroom.
Her tub -- a porcelain monster with jets, a detachable shower head, and room enough for two adults to sprawl out comfortably -- was already starting to fill up as Jaida removed her earrings, her rings, and the numerous little bits that made her presentable at work. Not that she wasn't already, really -- she was an utterly stunning woman, perfectly curvaceous in the chest and the hips, the sort of thing that was outlined so nicely by her suits, always straining across the fine swell of her taut ass.
Jaida turned as she set down the last bit of jewelry, crossing her slender ankles as she waited for her tub to fill up, her arms crossing under her large bosom, confined as it was by her lacy black bra, matched by the slip of lacy panties between her shapely legs.
Over the rush of the water, she couldn't even hear the sound of a peculiar magic at work in her living room...
Her tub -- a porcelain monster with jets, a detachable shower head, and room enough for two adults to sprawl out comfortably -- was already starting to fill up as Jaida removed her earrings, her rings, and the numerous little bits that made her presentable at work. Not that she wasn't already, really -- she was an utterly stunning woman, perfectly curvaceous in the chest and the hips, the sort of thing that was outlined so nicely by her suits, always straining across the fine swell of her taut ass.
Jaida turned as she set down the last bit of jewelry, crossing her slender ankles as she waited for her tub to fill up, her arms crossing under her large bosom, confined as it was by her lacy black bra, matched by the slip of lacy panties between her shapely legs.
Over the rush of the water, she couldn't even hear the sound of a peculiar magic at work in her living room...