a sponge bath

Sliding the mattress under Emma, you undo the shackles holding her ankles and ease her onto her back. Taking her hand, you guide Emma on her shaky legs to the rough wall and press her hands to it. Emma waits quietly as you sneak next door and fill a bucket with water from a garden hose, the abandoned house being used not having any running water. You take off your shoes to keep them dry before approaching her from behind. “Oooh, it’s cold,” Emma yelps as the sponge squeezes water down her back. Emma tenses as the cold water jolts her senses, but slowly relaxes as you massage her back with the course sponge. The cold water splashes at your feet as flakes of wax peel off her back. As you move to her ass, the water forges little paths in the dirt caked on her hip. You lean forward and whisper in her ear, “When my **** behaves, I’m happy to take care of her.” Emma smiles at the words, the giggles as you spin her around.

You rub the sponge between her breasts as Emma’s breathing grows deeper. “Mmmm, Thank you, sirm” she coos as you flick the wax off her nipple with your finger. The sponge follows the little rivulets down Emma’s tummy to her small bush. Emma closes her eyes and moans quietly as you press the sponge to her waxy slit.

“Could you take your time, sir? I think you’ll find my vagina’s quite dirty.” You laugh, then kiss the girl on the forehead.

“So, you’re enjoying this?”

“Yes, sir.” You give her what she wants, rubbing the rough luffa over her pubic mound. “Thank you, sir.” You take her nipple and give it a playful squeeze as the thin pixie rocks her hips, grinding herself against the wet sponge. Emma blushes as you cup her breast and your lips kiss her wet neck. “Oh, fuck. Thank you so much,”

“Wait. Are you going to cum?” Emma only nods as her breathe grows ragged.