Benjamin's breathing had gone shallow and controlled only by sheer force of will.
His face remained carefully neutral under the perception warping, but the real flush across his cheeks was deep, the muscles in his abdomen jumping with every clever twist of her wrist.
She kept going—slow, deliberate, devastatingly thorough—while the others continued speaking only a few feet away, completely unaware of the thick, hard cock being stroked to the edge beneath the steaming water.
Overcome with lust, Benjamin shot both hands forward beneath the surface of the steaming water and seized Sara's full, heavy breasts.
The soft, dense weight of them filled his palms completely, overflowing between his fingers the moment he closed his grip.
He dug in hard, kneading the pliant flesh with slow, deliberate pressure, feeling the heat of her skin and the way the heavy tissue shifted and yielded under each rough squeeze.
