They stepped out of the tub, their bodies slick with water. Thea sat on the wide, cool edge of the bathtub, her legs spread wide. Qin Wei knelt on the bathmat before her, the water dripping from his hair onto her thighs.

He leaned in and without warning, his tongue was on her clit. He licked a long, slow stripe up her slit.

"Ah!" Thea gasped, her hips jerking forward.

He did it again, then again, his tongue exploring every fold. He wrapped his lips around her sensitive nub and sucked, hard.

"Icarus! Yes!" she cried out, her hands gripping the edge of the tub.

He sucked her clit relentlessly, his tongue flicking against it in rapid, firm strokes. Her moans grew louder, more desperate. He could feel her legs trembling against his shoulders.

"Please... please don't stop," she begged.

He didn't. He slid two fingers inside her soaking wet sanctum. He curled them upwards, finding that rough patch deep inside. He started pumping his fingers in and out, his mouth never leaving her clit.

"Oh, god! Oh, god! Right there! Right there!" she screamed.

He finger-fucked her harder, his hand a blur. The sounds were wet and obscene. Her moans turned into one long, continuous cry of pleasure. Her whole body tensed. Her back arched violently.

"Icarus! I'M releasing!" she shrieked.

Her sanctum clamped down on his fingers, pulsing hard as a massive orgasm ripped through her. A gush of wetness flooded his hand. She screamed, a raw, guttural sound, as her body convulsed on the edge of the tub. He kept licking and fingering her, drawing out her climax until she was a trembling, whimpering mess, pushing his head away from her oversensitive clit.

Thea stayed on the edge, her legs still spread wide, her body trembling from the last orgasm. Qin Wei stood between her thighs. He grabbed his shaft, slick with her juices, and guided it to her entrance. He pushed inside in one hard, deep thrust.

She screamed, her body lurching forward.

He didn't give her a moment to recover. He started fucking her with raw, brutal force. His hands gripped her hips, holding her in place as he slammed into her over and over. The sound of their bodies colliding was loud and sharp in the small room.

"You like that? You like my shaft?" he grunted, his voice harsh with exertion.

"Yes! Yes! Fuck me harder!" she moaned, her hands bracing behind her on the tub's edge.

He pounded into her, his pace relentless. The force of his thrusts rocked her whole body. Her breasts bounced with every impact. Her moans were loud, almost screams, each one punctuated by the slap of his skin against hers.

He grabbed her legs, hooking them over his arms to open her even wider. The new angle let him drive deeper than before.

"Ah! Ah! Wei! Fuck!" she cried out, her head thrown back.

He was fucking her so hard the tub was scraping against the floor. The pleasure was almost painful, an intense, overwhelming pressure building deep inside her. She was completely lost in it, her body nothing but a vessel for his hard shaft.

He gave one particularly vicious thrust. It was too much. Her hands slipped on the wet porcelain. Her balance was gone.

With a sharp cry of surprise, she toppled backward. She fell into the empty tub, her body landing with a loud thud and a clatter.

Qin Wei was on her in an instant, following her down, his shaft still buried deep inside her. He didn't miss a beat, landing over her and immediately resuming his hard, punishing rhythm, fucking her as she lay sprawled in the bottom of the tub.

Thea lay at the bottom of the tub, dazed. Qin Wei knelt over her, his expression a mix of concern and lingering lust. "I'm sorry," he said, his voice rough. "Are you hurt?"

She looked up at him, her eyes not showing pain, but a deep, burning desire. A slow, wicked smile spread across her face. "Forget about it," she whispered, her voice husky. "Come here."

He didn't hesitate. He slid into the tub, lying back against the sloped end. The water was still shallow, but rising fast. Thea straddled him, her knees on either side of his hips. She reached down, grabbed his hard shaft, and guided it to her entrance. She sank down on him, taking him all the way in.

They both groaned in unison.

She placed her hands on his chest and started to move. She bounced up and down, her tits jiggling with every rise and fall. She rode him hard, her ass slapping against his thighs in the shallow water.

"Fuck, Thea. Just like that," he grunted, his hands gripping her waist.

She leaned down, her wet hair dripping onto his face, and kissed him. It was a hungry, possessive kiss, all tongue and teeth. The water level was now up to their chests. She sat back up, her movements becoming more fluid as the water buoyed her.

She started to grind against him, rolling her hips in a circular motion. The water swirled around them. He reached up, cupping her breasts and thumbing her hard nipples. She moaned, throwing her head back.

The tub was almost full now. He pulled her down for another kiss, a deep, languid one this time. Their bodies moved together, the water making every motion slow and sensual. She pressed her body against his, her nipples hard points on his chest.

He shifted, and they were fully submerged. He broke the kiss, and a stream of bubbles escaped his lips. He watched her as she moved over him, her hair floating like dark seaweed around her beautiful face. She looked like a sea goddess, a creature of pure, underwater lust.

She continued to ride him, her movements a slow, powerful rhythm in the weightless water. He watched her, mesmerized by the sight of her body undulating above him. He could see the silent screams of pleasure on her face, the way her mouth opened and closed.

He pulled her down for another underwater kiss, their tongues tangling in a silent, desperate dance as the water held them in its private, wet world.

The pleasure was overwhelming, a constant, building pressure underwater. Thea's moans were a frantic stream of bubbles, her body moving in a desperate, fluid rhythm on top of him. She could feel her climax approaching, a deep, powerful tide rising within her.

Suddenly, she broke the surface, gasping for air. She pushed herself up, standing over him in the tub. Water cascaded from her body. "Get out," she panted, her voice thick with lust. "Lie on the floor."

Qin Wei didn't question her. He quickly climbed out of the tub and stretched out on the bathmat, his hard shaft glistening and standing erect. Thea followed, stepping out of the tub and standing over him. Water dripped from her onto his chest and stomach.

She straddled him again, not waiting a second. She grabbed his shaft and slammed her sanctum down onto it. "Aaaah!" she cried out at the sudden, deep penetration.

She immediately started bouncing. Her ass smacked down onto his thighs with wet, loud slaps. She put her hands on his chest for leverage and rode him like she was possessed. Her movements were wild, uncontrolled, fueled by pure need.

"Ah! Ah! Ah! Yes! Yes!" she screamed, her moans echoing off the bathroom walls.

He watched her, mesmerized by the sight of her tits bouncing and her face contorted in ecstasy. He gripped her hips, helping to slam her down harder with every thrust.

"Your shaft is so fucking good!" she wailed, her head thrown back.

The sound of their frantic fucking filled the room—a symphony of wet slaps, desperate moans, and her breathless cries. She was a wild woman, taking exactly what she wanted, using his body to chase her own pleasure.

Her pace became frantic, a blur of motion. She was so close, teetering right on the edge.

Qin Wei stayed on his knees for a moment, just watching her.

Thea was sprawled on the bathmat, her skin flushed a deep pink from the heat and the sex, her hair a damp tangle around her face.

She looked completely wrecked, and it was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen.

He moved over her, caging her body with his, and lowered his hips. He slid back into her in one smooth, deep stroke, and she arched her back off the floor.

"Ahhhh, Lord," she breathed out, her voice a ragged whisper. "Yes..."

He started moving, a slow, deliberate rhythm at first. He wanted to feel every inch of her, to memorize the way her body gripped his. "You're so fucking tight," he grunted, his face buried in the crook of her neck. He could feel her rapid pulse against his lips. He kissed her shoulder, then bit down gently, just enough to make her gasp.

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