As the smelly golden liquid continued to rain down on her Amanda pasted on her most vacuous smile, one which looked remarkably like her everyday smile.
"Ooh, I love showers," she cooed. "And is this beer?"
Arching her body into the stream she opened her mouth, fighting not to flinch as the thorn-made cuts in her mouth stung. When her mouth filled she gargled it, feeling the burn. It made her think of a mouthful of Listerine, but stronger.
I guess that makes sense, she thought as she swallowed. **** burns. This is some funky beer. I mean it's like, so salty and bitter... I think I'll ask what brand it is...
Amanda rubbed her hands through her hair, her blonde mane soaking up the golden liquid she thought to be beer, turning her wavy dyed locks into a heavy smelly sodden mass.
"I hope you've got a lot more," she told the men she knew to be watching. "I want to wash myself all over."
Moving her hands to her large breasts she tentatively rubbed the slick mounds before remembering that the men had liked it when she really mashed them.
I better be getting good tips for this. Like, a hundred or something," she thought, and let out a loud groan of pain as he nails encounter a slash left from a thorn. She continued to moan as she kneaded her own flesh roughly, leaving marks from her nails as she dug in, a happy smile painted on her face.
"Hose or brush?" a voice asked on the intercom, drawing a brilliant "huh?" from Amanda.
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