Leonar, with a swift motion, unclasped Mary's bra, letting the straps fall gently down her shoulders to reveal her breasts, pale with rosy nipples.

The contrast against her fair skin was almost hypnotic. Without wasting a second, Leonar leaned in, his tongue delicately brushing one nipple before he began to suckle, eliciting small moans from Mary that barely escaped her lips.

"Aren't you going to take off your clothes?" Mary murmured, her voice tinged with both desire and curiosity as her eyes met Leonar's.

He looked down at himself, noticing his sweat-drenched t-shirt from the recent workout.

Suddenly, an idea crossed his mind.

With a mischievous smile, Leonar finished undressing Mary, his hands carefully sliding down her waist to her underwear, leaving her completely exposed before him.

Then, with a quick move, he started stripping off his own clothes, peeling off the sweaty shirt and shorts. Mary looked at him in confusion, her eyebrows raised in a silent question.

"What the hell are you going to do?" Mary started to say, but before she could finish, Leonar scooped her up into his arms, his strength evident despite the sweat.

He carried her to the bathroom, a decent-sized space with a rather large bathtub. He gently placed her inside, with surprising precision.

"But, Leonar, I'm clean..." Mary protested, though her voice was laced with nervous laughter. However, Leonar, with a mocking grin, grabbed the handheld showerhead and began to spray her, water cascading over her naked skin.

"How about we play in the bath?" Leonar suggested.

'Play in the bath...?' Mary repeated the words in her mind as she looked at Leonar with an expression of surprise and curiosity about what he had in mind.

"Where did you get this idea from...?"

Although the idea didn't entirely convince her...

She wanted to do it.

"Well... forget it, it's fine," Mary finally conceded alone, "but I'm going to fill the tub with hot water because I hate cold water."

Mary began to adjust the tap, but when she tried to get out of the tub to let it fill, Leonar stopped her.

"Stay," Leonar said, his voice soft but firm.

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"Why?" asked Mary, her eyes searching his.

"Because I'm going to get this dirt off me quickly so I can join you," explained Leonar, his gaze intense.

"But I also want to wash up a bit before getting in there with you," Mary replied, her tone a bit more assertive now.

"I don't mind," Leonar responded with a smile, leaning in to playfully lick her face.

Mary blushed deeply, her cheeks turning a pink that matched her nipples.

"Asshole," Mary whispered, though her voice didn't hide her affection.

Leonar turned on the shower to wet himself, water streaming down his muscular body. When he reached for the soap, Mary, in a playful impulse, grabbed it first.

"I'll help you with the soap," said Mary, her voice filled with suppressed laughter, though it had started as a jest.

But to her surprise...

Leonar nodded!

He really did!

Feeling embarrassed since Mary hadn't expected that...

Even though she wanted to say she was too shy to do that...

She wanted to do it.

Taking a deep breath, Mary, with soap in hand, began to wash Leonar's member directly, causing an immediate reaction of surprise and pleasure from him.

"Why start there?" Leonar asked, trying to keep his composure while his eyes widened in surprise.

"Isn't it obvious that's your most important place?" Mary responded with a smile, her hands now moving more gently, exploring and teasing.

Her touch, soft yet firm, as she stroked up, down, up, down... consistently, despite Leonar's attempt to control himself, the pleasure was too much, and soon, he couldn't help but come, splashing over Mary's breasts.

Even though the moment was brief, her lower area felt hot.

She wanted it.

Mary laughed, a light, playful laugh.

"You didn't last long at all," Mary teased, her eyes twinkling with amusement.

In response, Leonar, with a quick gesture, splashed water on her face.

"It's because you caught me off guard," Leonar said, though his tone showed he wasn't really upset.

Mary, laughing, wiped the water from her face, her expression showing satisfaction and amusement.

But what she didn't expect...

Leonar's member had risen again!

'Didn't he just come? Well...', thought Mary as she moved her hands back towards Leonar's member, but he caught her wrist and, with a deep voice, whispered:

"Your turn's over, now it's mine."

Leonar lifted her calmly, and despite them barely being wet, he carried her to the tub, which, like her, was nearly overflowing.

'It's hot!' was what Mary thought as her skin touched the water, but Leonar seemed unaffected by it. Unlike Leonar, who sat as if it were his throne, Mary slowly submerged herself, trying to adjust to the temperature.

Leonar couldn't wait any longer; he reached for Mary, grabbed her waist, and pulled her forcefully onto him.

They were so close they could feel each other's soft breath between their mouths.

The head of his member lightly teased the entrance of her vagina, but he...

He stopped.

Leonar seemed relaxed, completely indifferent to Mary's desire to proceed.

Leonar caressed Mary's cheek with his fingertips, placed his thumb on her lips, and said with a soft, calm voice:

"Are you comfortable?"

This made her feel a bit embarrassed. However, any embarrassment she might have felt vanished along with the steam from the bath. She wrapped her arms around Leonard's neck, moving so close their lips were almost touching.

"Just do it..." Mary finally whispered, mixing her eagerness, shame, and uncontrollable desires for Leonard.

Mary began to move her hips, feeling Leonar's member growing thicker with each motion.

He couldn't hold back anymore; nothing else mattered, all the world had vanished with that declaration.

Right now, it was just him and Mary.