Gina’s slender fingers wrapped firmly around Yuto’s swollen cock, squeezing with just enough pressure to send a fresh jolt through his body. The hot water made her grip slick and warm, turning every movement into something overwhelming. She began to stroke up and down in a steady rhythm, her hand gliding smoothly from base to tip.

Water splashed gently against the sides of the tub with each motion. Yuto’s cock swelled thicker in her grip, veins pulsing under her touch. "Oh Gina". He moaned. The heat of the bath blended with the heat of her palm until he couldn’t tell where one ended and the other began. He bit back a curse, his mind still trying to catch up to how quickly this had escalated.

Gina increased the pace, her hand twisting slightly at the head on each upward stroke. The sensation was maddening—friction and slickness and pressure all at once. Yuto’s breath hitched again, louder this time. He gripped the edges of the tub, knuckles whitening, but his hips shifted involuntarily in the water, chasing the feeling despite himself.

She continued to stroke, pumping faster now. Her eyes stayed locked on his face, drinking in every flicker of pleasure and hesitation. Yuto’s cock throbbed hard in her hand. It pulsed visibly between her fingers, the head flushed and sensitive. He moaned, the sound low and ragged, echoing off the tiled walls of the small bathroom.

His breathing turned ragged. The steam curled thickly around them, making the air feel heavy and intimate. Part of him still wanted to protest, to regain some control, but her touch was relentless. Possessive. Exactly like the look in her eyes.

Gina leaned over the tub’s edge, her damp hair falling forward. She lowered her head slowly, deliberately, as if savoring the moment. Her lips parted, and then closed around the head of his cock. The sudden wet heat of her mouth made Yuto’s eyes widen. She sucked gently at first, her tongue moving along the sensitive underside in slow, teasing strokes.

Water dripped from her hair into the tub, small splashes mixing with the ripples caused by his trembling body. Gina took him deeper into her mouth, her head beginning to bob up and down. The combination of her lips, tongue, and the lingering heat from the bath was almost too much. Yuto moaned again, louder this time, his head falling back against the tub’s rim.

His body tensed, muscles straining under the water. Gina’s hand stroked the base of his cock while her mouth worked the top, coordinating perfectly. She sucked harder, her cheeks hollowing with the effort. The sight of her like this—devoted, obsessive, completely focused on him—sent another wave of heat rushing through Yuto’s veins.

She moved faster, taking him as deep as she could. Yuto’s cock throbbed inside her mouth, pulsing with every heartbeat. He groaned, his hips jerking upward instinctively. Gina held him steady, one hand pressing lightly on his thigh to keep him in place. She sucked firmly, her tongue swirling around the head on every upward pull.

The pressure built rapidly. Yuto could feel it coiling tight in his gut, every nerve singing with overstimulation. The hot water lapped at his skin, amplifying every sensation. Gina’s free hand roamed over his chest, nails grazing lightly, as if reminding him who this pleasure belonged to. Who he belonged to.

He tried to hold back, but it was useless. "Gina..." The name came out broken, half plea and half surrender. His body betrayed him completely, hips twitching under her control.

Gina didn’t stop. If anything, she doubled her efforts—sucking harder, moving faster, her hand twisting in time with her mouth. The sounds were obscene in the quiet bathroom: wet slurps, splashing water, and Yuto’s increasingly desperate moans. Steam clung to everything, making her slip even more transparent where it clung to her body. But she paid it no mind. Her entire world seemed narrowed down to him.

Yuto’s cock throbbed violently inside her mouth. The tension snapped without warning. He groaned deep in his throat as he came, his cock pulsing repeatedly. Thick spurts filled her mouth, but Gina swallowed without hesitation, her throat working around him. She kept sucking through every pulse, milking him completely, drawing out the pleasure until his body shook with aftershocks.

Only when the pulses finally slowed did she ease up. She pulled back slowly, almost reluctantly. A thin string of cum and saliva stretched between her lips and the head of his cock, glistening in the humid air before breaking. Gina licked her lips, eyes half-lidded with satisfaction and that same dark, adoring gleam.

She released him at last, her fingers trailing lightly along his length one final time. Yuto breathed heavily in the water, chest rising and falling rapidly. His heart hammered like he had run a marathon. The bathwater felt even hotter now, or maybe that was just the blood still rushing through him. His cock remained hard, twitching occasionally with residual sensitivity, refusing to soften completely under her watchful gaze.

The small bathroom felt impossibly quiet now, save for the gentle lapping of water and Yuto’s labored breathing. Gina knelt there beside the tub, watching him with that shy-yet-intense smile returning to her face. Her hand rested lightly on his thigh under the water, not stroking anymore, but simply claiming the space.

Yuto’s mind was a fog of heat and exhaustion and lingering pleasure. He had come here tense and overworked, and now... now he felt drained in the best and most terrifying way. Gina’s obsession wrapped around him tighter than the steam ever could. Every touch, every swallow, every lingering look screamed the same thing: Mine. Only mine.

He closed his eyes for a moment, sinking a little deeper into the tub. The water embraced him, but it was nothing compared to the way Gina’s attention still held him captive. Part of him wondered how he was supposed to recover from this. Another part—the exhausted, surrendering part—didn’t want to.

Gina tilted her head, brushing a strand of wet hair behind her ear. "See?" she whispered softly, voice sweet and laced with triumph. "I told you I’d take care of you, Yuyu. All of you."

Yuto didn’t respond. He just breathed, letting the afterglow settle over him while his cock continued to twitch in the warm water, still half-hard and utterly spent.