Makoto gets to scrubbing and does it well

Shiro spread her legs and let her voluminous chest spread out, Makoto taking a soapy rag and wiping over her chest and throat. “Mmm, heavenly,” the samurai sighed as she rinsed it off, scrubbing down her torso.
“Let me have your back, my lady,” Makoto purred, and Shiro leaned forward, arms resting on her knees. The brothel girl slid behind her, spreading her legs to brush her pussy against her ass, the warmth of it even sensible through the warm water. Her big bust pushed into Shiro’s back, rubbing against her flesh as her nipples hardened rapidly.

“Mmmm, does my lady like my sponges?” she coos to her, her soapy breasts scrubbing over her back. Shiro can only moan heartily and nod slowly, Makoto giggling behind her. “My my, but I think I missed a spot,” Makoto coos, reaching around to start kneading her breasts with her skilled fingers. Even the worldly ronin seemed to melt against her as she massaged her full tits, fingers pinching softly at her nipples. The girl’s full lips got a taste of her strong neck and shoulders, kissing their way up and over the pink-haired woman’s upper back.

“Mnnm, Makotooo,” Shiro sighs breathily as her muscles were relieved as well as her libido. “You’re very good at this.”
Makoto quieted her as one hand freed itself long enough to grab and feed her some fresh wine. “I’m still just warming up,” Makoto giggled.