Two friends sit in a super hot tub in the garage next to the main house. Sara consoles her hottest pal because her hubby left after years together. The chick is evidently upset, and doesn’t know what to do. The youthfull dame takes her dogs out to do their business, leaving her buddy Sara to sit in the boiling tub while she walked them to the end of the block. Sara tells her to be safe, suggesting she go with her, but the young doll just says, “don’t worry, it’s a uber-cute neighborhood, and I have the dogs”. She sits with her back to the door, taking the whole bathtub to herself while her friend walks her dogs. A hooded intruder finds his way into the house through the back door. As he is rifling through valuables and jewelry, he hears a noise and goes after it. He watches the warm tub, with what he thought was a single doll liking a super-fucking-hot tub. He sneaks up behind her and uses her bathing suit top to throttle her with. He gets it just right and the startling surprise attack makes a phat puddle, literally. She fights rock hard and water is going everywhere. She takes hold of at her bathing suit top as it digs into her mind-blowing long neck. He pulls her bod almost out of the water as he pulls hard on her top, making her face turn a pink to purple. He is indeed giving it to her firm. She punches her feet and spills, trying to fend him off but completes up dead, jaws open wide, eyes bloodshot and still dousing humid. He instantly pulls her soddening humid assets from the tub, her mitts and feet wrinkled from wetting too long. He carries her to the bedroom so he can molest her. He takes her raw bikini off so she can dry out a bit while he plays. He hears the door open and hides. After a couple of dead figure pans and views, the building proprietor is coming back in from walking her dogs. She heads to the super-hot bath, noticing that Sara is not there so she gets in, figuring she was in the douche or douche. She lays back and relaxes, as the intruder sneaks up in his ebony hooded sweatshirt and uses her bathing suit tops strings to wrap around her neck. She is so surprised but she fights firm spanking him on the head, spraying and thrashing like moist and horny style. He just pulls tighter and she just keeps thrashing, going in and out of the water like a bobbing apple, but fighting back like a cat that has been dropped in a cold lake. She slows down after he reefs stiffer and tighter, changing the color of her face a dark red, matching her bloodshot eyes. After a long thrashing bout she slows down and he sees her die Point of sight, then lets her down into the water so she floats, only her head and open death stare seen. He drags her raw assets out by her suit top and cradle carries her to the bedroom where he lays her down. He plays with her as he liquidates her moist bathing suit to match her dead friend. He takes his time to fondle and molest them as her globs their arms and legs, kissing and fellating their clean toes and juicy mounds. He is luving experiencing them up and rolling their naked bods all over the couch, feeling their culos, then their globes, trying to figure out the greatest way to posture them. He really would love to rip up them both ditzy but realizes it would hurt his career as a petty thief, and now murderer of handsome women in a scorching tub. He gets them positioned and set how he would like them, but they tip over into each other on the bed. He takes off to the other room to collect some stuff to sell down the road when the coast clears, as we witness their luxurious bodies panned and viewed.