Rub you clean, Fuck you wet

"Such a dirty boy," Steve said moving his hands lower. "It seems you've neglected your self care" Steve wraps one hand around your dick, the other on your stomach. Both hand began rubbing your body. "Good thing you have big man like me to take care of you."

"Suds me up," you hand Steve the bar of soap, "I want to be squeaky..." you grind his dick, "...clean." Steve takes the bar of soap and starts sliding it over your body. It slides across your body. The soap is hard, but you like how he's being rough with you. He begins to slide the soap south of the equator, sliding it up and down your dick, against your balls, and against your dirty hole. He begins pushing the tip of the soap into your hole. Your ass expands and you moan.

"I've got to clean every inch of your body, you dirty dirty boy." He continued to jack you off, priming your hole with this soap bar. But with such a slippery bar, it was unreliable, always slipping out. Eventually, he coated his own dick with a layer of soap and plugged your hole. Sliding in and out, he was careful to spread the soap all the way so it hit your prostate.

"I love being clean. You make me feel so full." You moan into his mouth, still making out.

"It's nice to be able to feel your slick body." He moaned, pumping your ass. Faster and faster he went. Water splashed out of the tub, spilling into big pools which flooded the floor. "So tight. Better than Grace's loose...unggghh, gonna....unggghhhh," He was stroking you faster now, fucking you harder.

'Ungggh yeah Steve, FUCK ME." Steve moans loudly, pushing one last time, cumming deep inside you. His hot man juice inside you causes you to shoot your load, although after you couldn't tell what was cum and what was soap.

You weren't sure how long you two fucked for, but by the end your fingers and toes were wrinkly. You ran out of soap, but thankfully you were able to make your own. Getting out of the tub, Steve hands you a towel.

"Thanks for bathing with me." Steve says smiling.

"Thanks for fucking me with that big ol' babymaker." you say smiling, Steve blushes.

"Well, ever since I got married, it doesn't get much use and well, you're quite enchanting." Steve says, "We may have gone a little overboard, the bathroom is flooded. Your clothes are all wet." You look at your wet clothes in a heap on the floor. "Let me lend you some clothes"

"That would be great!" You follow Steve to the Laundry room.

"Hmm, well you could weae these, although they are my size, so they might be a tad big. I also have some of Alistair's clothes here as well you could wear."

Steve's clothes were identical to the ones he had worn when he let you in. Would that give people the wrong idea...or the right? Alistair's Sweatshirt and sweatpants could be comfy, especially with a few alterations.