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Nicolette - 4

Date: 4/23/2017, Categories: BDSM, Group Sex, Lesbian Sex, Author: THIRDCOAST, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

clean them. I take my time. I want her to feel that I am here to serve her for a change. I reach around her body, and use the soapy cloth to wash her belly, and up to her breasts. My hand brushes her nipples and I find them hard as diamonds. I abraid them with the cloth. My hands cup her mounds and I squeeze them through the lathered cloth. Her head falls back to my shoulders. I lean in and kiss her softly on her neck. Moving up, my lips trace behind her ear. I can feel her body quiver in my arms. Her hands come over her head to hold mine, against hers. I run my tongue over her ear. I break our embrace after a few minutes. Then rinse the cloth and apply some more gel. I reach down between her legs and wash her swollen labia. I can feel that her lips have flowered with need, and her clit is peeking out from it’s protective hood. I wash her gently, letting the soapy cloth, run across her sex. Another moan escapes her lips. The cloth goes further, reaching her tight rim and my cleaning is done. I hold her again, letting the cloth fall cloth to the ground. My breasts are pressed into her back. My hands wander over her body. I’ve wanted to touch her like this since I first saw her in the kitchen that first morning. She is the first to break the embrace. She rinses in the warm stream, then turns and motions me to sit on the small stool. Then she kneels before me and repeats the same ritual with me. My body is replete with need, as her soft hands play me like a instrument. She ... cleans every inch of my body with care and the utmost fidelity. The way her hands touch my skin, relaxes me. After such a busy and stressful week, it’s exactly what I needed most. The nervousness that I felt in the beginning, has melted away like the walls of a discarded sandcastle. She wraps her arms around me, pulling me close to her. Our wet bodies become one. She kneels up and pulls me into the warm stream, and we rinse the soapy film from our bodies. While I am squeezing the water from my hair, she is off drawing water for a bath. I know that this is the traditional finale to bathing. A Japanese bath is meant for soaking and relaxing. We both enter together. The warm water smells good. She’s added oils and scents to the water. I lean against the back and pull her towards me. My arms wrap around her, pulling her back to me. My hands gently stroke her. We lay there for awhile, enjoying the calm and peace that this traditional Japanese bath has provided. I could lay here with her for hours, and we almost do. After running more warm water several times, we finally step out and begin to towel each other off. I take her hand and lead her into Rachel’s bedroom. She stops to reach for her collar, to put it back on. I stop her, to tell her she doesn’t have to. She drops her eyes to the floor, and tells me she wants to submit to me. That she has longed to do this since she first met me. I pull her to me, then give her a slap on the ass, and tell her to hurry up then. She smiles, with a ...