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When Becca leaned her head back and pulled her hair out of the tub to let it hang, the water splashed between her legs and against her already aroused clit. The hot water seeped between her lips and soothed her. She took a long slow drink from her brandy and set the glass on the floor.

She lifted her leg up, laid it over the edge of the tub and glided her hand between her legs. The water hit her hand as she moved it between the lips of her pussy. Her body rose in the bath as she spread her lips, letting the water clash with her heat. With each pound of the water she imagined it was Mike. The water licked her pink flesh and in her mind it was Mike licking her. Her head turned as the first wave seemed to rush through her body, a signal of arousal. Becca opened her eyes, looking at the flicker of the candle, and saw something in the mirror. She continued letting the water caress her and she saw Mike reflected in the mirror, looking at her through the window. His hair was damp from the ra