While I was enjoying my usual evening bath, Aisha knocked softly on the door, her voice sweet yet full of intent. Without waiting for an answer, she slipped inside and stepped into the tub with me, her massive breasts glistening from the steam. With a playful smirk, she pressed those soft, heavy tits around her master’s already hard cock, stroking me slowly while asking if we could solve one of her puzzles. But the teasing wasn’t enough. I pulled her up from the water, guiding her to stand by the fogged glass window. Her skin was warm and slick as I slid inside her from behind, my hips moving in a steady, hungry rhythm. The sound of her moans mixed with the patter of water against our bodies. When I finally filled her with a deep, hot release, Aisha shivered in bliss, leaning back against me. To her, nothing compared to the moments when we made love like this—raw, intimate, and utterly ours.