Just as she was about to embrace him, Ross released her t**s to soap up his hands again. He slid them down across her rib cage, the pale rise of her abdomen, her jutting buttocks, then down into the open V of her p***y. "We'll really have to scrub your cunt!" he gasped, water spraying his face as he bent to rub the bar of soap into the dark mass of pubic hair topping her genitals. "To get Stan's filthy c*m off your p***y!" Ross pushed the bar of soap up into the sensitive inner tissues of his wife's pink crevice, making her cry out. "Ohhhhhh," she protested, sucking in her stomach as the bar of soap rammed her unsuspecting delicate niche. Her sensitive slit throbbed as Ross rubbed the bar of soap back and forth inside her parted p***y. The soap slid from his fingers, hitting the bottom of
