Nice bath with my tattoo artist lover

Their bodies intertwined in the softly lit bathroom, steam rising around them like a cloud of desire. Her hands traced delicate patterns on his chest, admiring the intricate ink that adorned his skin. She leaned in to kiss his neck, feeling the beat of his pulse beneath her lips."I love your work," she whispered, running a finger along the fine lines of his art. He turned to face her, his hands finding the curves of her body, caressing her skin as if it were a canvas waiting to be painted.Their eyes locked as they kissed deeply, their breaths mingling in the steamy air. She pulled him closer, feeling the hardness of his body against hers. He slipped a hand beneath the water, cupping her breast gently. She arched her back, letting out a soft moan.They moved together, their wet bodies grinding against each other in perfect rhythm.