Friday Night Soak – Paid For Every Bubble

The jacuzzi jets hum against my skin while I sink deeper into the warm water, red lace clinging to my wet curves like a second skin. Daddy sent $4,500 this afternoon with the note: “Buy something pretty for your bath tonight.”

So here I am — strawberry champagne in one hand, the other lazily tracing circles over my lace-covered nipples, the bubbles popping softly around my thighs. The scent of vanilla and strawberries fills the steam, but nothing smells better than that notification chime when another tribute lands.

I set the glass on the marble edge, spread my legs under the water, and let my fingers slip beneath the tiny red bow of my thong. Slow, teasing strokes while I think about all the generous men who keep my lifestyle dripping wet. My breath hitches as I imagine you watching me right now — phone in hand, stroking yourself while you send more.

I arch my back, letting the water lap at my heavy breasts, lace turning sheer and clinging. One hand pinches a nipple hard enough to make me gasp; the other slides deeper, fucking myself lazily while the jets pulse against my clit.

When I come, it’s slow and shuddering — thighs trembling, champagne glass tipping slightly, a few drops mixing with the bathwater. Right on cue, my phone lights up again. Another $1,800. Perfect timing, Daddy.

I take a long sip of champagne, licking the sweetness from my lips, then type back:
“Your little bathtub slut just came thinking about your wallet. Want video proof? Send more.”

The water’s still warm… but I’m hotter. And I’m not getting out until my Cash App is as full as these tits.

Your turn. Spoil the brat in the bath.