Play with her.

Taking your time you slowly wash every inch of the the gorgeous Gothamite's succulent frame. From her short coarse raven hair, to carefully tracing the outlines of her beautiful face, to firmly rubbing with a facecloth her toned arms and those long shapely legs, to finally scrubbing her back with your bathing brush, you indeed give her a proper washing, saving the most sensitive areas for last.

For her part, Kyle melts into every actions. Her faint moans and purrs of approval are matched by her body swaying as she moves her heels up and down, causing her inner thighs to rub together. At one point she shamelessly takes hold of one of her sizable tits while sliding the other hand in between her legs to pleasure herself.

Having none of it, you state with a firm playful tone, “That is not part of a proper shower and I intend to finish.” Giving her a swat on her right ass cheek with the flat end of the brush you command, “Now put your hands up.”

“Hmpt,” Kyle gives a pleased rebellious pout, “If I had a dollar for every time I heard that,” and reaches out, placing her hands on the walls on either side of her.

Reaching over to the shelf in the shower you grab a pair of body scrubbing gloves and slip them on.

“Ahh, their cute.” Kyle chuckles, “The doctor uses purple exfoliating mittens.” The color is unfortunately, it was the only one available at the store that day. “Where's the skin detoxifying scented sea salt?” She mocks, “I prefer pomegranate if you have it.”

You do not answer and instead reach around and firmly place your hands on the sides of her abdomen. Slowly raking upwards you cup the understand of her large breasts and then with your left hand glide it across her tits while sliding the right hand back down the center of her stomach and stopping right above her clit.

“Ohhh fuuccc . . .” Kyle's head rolls backward as her knees buckle.

Pressing her into you, your stiffen cock flattens against her lower back as your hands roam across her body, fondling her breasts and playing right above her sex.

“Their amazing.” She groans, as her right hand begins to slip off the wall.

Thinking it is time Ms. Kyle gets a bit of her own medicine you whisper into her ear, “Keep your hands up, or we don't go to the Athenaeum.”

“Why you . . . ooohhhh!!!” You let two fingers graze across her clitoris while pinching down on right nipple, silencing her protest.

Awkwardly, Kyle slaps her right hand back in place as her whole body begins to shiver.