Soapy hands slip and slide, tracing every contour of his body, pausing at his rigid cock. She lathers it up, her grip tight, strokes firm. Kneeling, she takes him into her mouth, the water pounding down around them. Her head bobs, her tongue flicks, her lips seal around him. His body tenses, his cock pulses, and with a grunt, he releases, his load shooting into her eager mouth, dripping down her chin, mixing with the suds.