I let her recover and then poked her star with my middle finger. She whimpered when I pushed it into her rear. She hugged my head harder - barely possible - and shimmied. She pulled away and faced me, "There's more to wash."
There was, indeed. I eagerly soaped and rinsed her tits and pubic hair. Stroked her pussy without putting soap into it. I don't like the taste of soap.
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