Bathing Him was a journey of discovery, navigating every inch of Him. Her slippery hands began firmly on His chest circling around His nipples, not touching as he had told her how sensitive they were, just teasing then moved northward to His broad shoulders, then down each strong arm. She studied each muscle as if to etch it into her brain, to memorise it. Back to His chest, temptation got the better of her and as her fingers grazed over one nipple as her lips gently sucked on the other.
Quiet moans escaped His mouth. She followed the trail lower, over his stomach, the soap making the journey slick and avoiding his already aroused cock to tease a little more, she moved down His muscular thighs. First the outside then moved to the inner plane again avoiding His balls. She could sense the need in Him but He had wanted Her to bathe Him and wash every part of Him so she would. She would just leave the best until last.
She knelt as her hands trekked down His legs over His knees towards His feet. Bending lower she kissed them then moved around behind him to traverse His back. Reaching up, her breasts scraped along the back his legs and she came face to face with his cheeks. A thought crossed her mind. Did she dare? A her smile turned into a grin hoping he would appreciate the unexpected. Paying close attention to his ass she washed it , massaging as she did and then nuzzled it with her nose. Hands on His hips she nervously poked out her tongue and found the puckered hole. He tensed slightly then relaxed as he breathed "oh girl, yes." After giving it due attention it was time to tend to His cock. Again she moved to his front.
The silky feeling of the suds on His dick turned His rod to iron and the attention she paid to His balls swelled, filled with his seed.
