The feeling of Kara's hand around his cock made Donovan's heart jump and he struggled to refill their glasses while she and Amalie kissed in front of him. It was most probably the single most beautiful sight he'd ever seen: Kara's creamy skin, rosy with the kiss of heat and Amalie's dark skin, iridescent with reflecting beads of water. He savored the shiver that ran through him as he handed Kara her glass, then took her elbow, maneuvering her toward him. "Your fondest wish comes true tonight."
Amalie took his glass and Donovan reached for the wash sponge, lathering it generously and scrubbing every inch of Kara's body. She trembled in his grasp, enjoying his titillating touch and aching for release. But he was very careful to keep that from happening. He lovingly caressed the globes of her beautiful breasts and pinched the thick nipples. He ran his soap-slick hands over the welcoming curves of her ass and hips and let the petals of her moist sex rest in the palm of his hand as his fingers softly rubbed soap into the folds. Her body rocked against his blunt fingertips and he teased her by allowing just the slightest bit of tip to slip into her hole.
Kara whimpered in despair as Donovan pronounced her clean, his agile hands falling away only to be replaced by Amalie. She began the slow, arduous and sensuous task of rinsing the soap from Kara's body, bending to take a fat nipple into her mouth along the way downward. When she reached Kara's pussy, she shook her head and shot a look to Donovan. He reached over the edge of the tub and handed her a canister of shaving gel and a fresh razor.