After the intense session, we didn't immediately get out.
Instead, Lydia grabbed a soft sponge and some fragrant soap, her red eyes still hazy with satisfaction.
"Let me clean you, young master," she whispered, her voice husky.
She moved behind me in the tub, pressing her soft, full breasts against my back as she began washing me.
The sponge glided slowly over my shoulders and down my chest in sensual circles.
Her free hand followed, fingers tracing every line of muscle, teasingly brushing over my nipples before sliding lower.
She took her time on my abs. Warm, soapy water cascaded down my skin as she leaned in and placed soft, open-mouthed kisses along the side of my neck.
I leaned back into her touch, enjoying the intimate feel of her body against mine.
When she reached my cock, still half-hard from our earlier rounds, she wrapped her slender fingers around it gently. She stroked with slow, deliberate movements while the sponge cleaned the mess we had made.
