Rose petals float around her in "puta de tlalpan" as warm water laps at bare skin. One hand cups a breast, the other disappears beneath bubbles. "puta de tlalpan" catches the exact moment her eyes flutter shut, lips parting on a silent "oh". Fingers move beneath the surface, building speed while her free hand grips the tub’s edge. Water sloshes with every thrust of her hips chasing friction. She whispers "puta de tlalpan" like a secret, louder and louder until the word becomes a scream. The orgasm ripples through her like the water itself, back arching clear of the surface, crying "puta de tlalpan" as waves of pleasure make the bath overflow. 244 words.