“So. Damn. Erotic.”
“And affectionate,” she added, cooing through the sensual pinches and tingles of pleasure.
“You sure?” he asked as the flute-fingering touches expertly played his submerged testes and erection. “With all these people?”
“We’re strangers,” she replied, further enticing him with a naughty newlywed glint. “Watching us will get them off.”
But as they reached for each other, they subconsciously counted their four hands.
Confused and oblivious to their murky spa reality, a distant scream rapidly approached. With attire in hand, the naked-and-nibbled-on couple embarrassingly fled after discovering that Rufa Garra is not Thai for public nudist bath.
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