[What a sweet picture those sounds all paint. Kiritsubo doesn't even need to be there to imagine it, translating short, shallow breath into heaving bosoms and each splash to curling toes and a writhing body, skin breaking the water's surface and pebbling in the chiller air...]
Mmmmm...
[Her hum reverberates in the speaker, sliding molten into sultry soft words.]
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Mmmmm...
[Her hum reverberates in the speaker, sliding molten into sultry soft words.]
How did that feel, hmm... ?
[Her own bathwater ripples as she stretches.]
Was it satisfying... ? Or just inspiring... ?