Hot Spring Seduction [Part-5]
Steam curled fat in the moonlight, shrouding the forest pool in a haze of dream. Moonlight danced across the surface, silvering the water where it lapped softly against moss-soft stones. Cynthia's knees bent into the yielding silt at the bottom of the hot spring, her shaking fingers wrapping tenderly around Leon's throbbing, pulsating cock.
It was warm. Thicker. Alive in her hand. Her breath caught at the enormity and warmth of him.
He's so… huge…
She gazed up at him, her eyes wide, dark with nervous expectation. His golden eyes met hers, untroubled and proud, but replete with something more—affection, trust. He did not hurry. He merely watched—waiting, allowing her time. That made it both easier and so much more difficult. She wanted to please him—not because she had been instructed that, but because she *needed* to please a man she loved.