Lathered hands roam, tracing every curve and valley, the suds amplifying each touch. Breath hitches as her slick palm grazes his growing bulge. She looks up, eyes filled with a hunger she can't hide. Her mouth descends, engulfing him, her tongue swirling, tasting soap and skin. He groans, hands fisting her hair, pulling her closer as she sucks him hard, her body aching for more than just a massage.