It's friday, hot tub time

You catch sight of big tits barely contained beneath the steaming water's surface, the Friday night ritual already paying off before you've even set down your drink.

You feel the heat rising off the tub wrap around you like something deliberate, something that wants your attention exactly where it's landed.

You can't look away from the way the water moves across that chest, slow and clingy, and you already know this particular Friday is going to be difficult to forget.