George reaches around to Celine’s back, staying in front of her, then cups her soft arse cheeks, giving them a gentle squeeze on his way down to her legs. He washes one, then the other. His head was near her core.
He gives it a quick swipe with his hand to cover it in soap, before he stands back up and grabs the shower head. He rinses her down, in much the same way as he had soaped her up. He turns the shower head towards them and kneels down in front of her. He leans in and takes a deep inhale; he can smell her sweet and strong arousal. He rumbles in his chest and looks up to her,
“Hold onto my shoulders, and let me know if you feel unsteady.” She nods, “Tell me to stop if you need to.”
“Never.” She whispers. He lets out a low growl of approval at the answer, and he gently pulls her s
