~Nadia
“Vanessa, are we gonna wash just me or you want to wash yourself up too?” I asked,
She slid her panties down her legs and tossed it away. It fell on the towel rack, hanging like it was being executed for covering her p***y in the first place.
She looked at me.
Not my face.
My t**s.
Then she walked toward me, her big boobs jiggling in front of her.
Toned hips. Long legs. Petite waist.
She bit her lower lips, eyes dragging down my body like she was fantasizing about me.
We were completely naked. Not even a piece of fabric was left on our skin.
My fingers tapped against my thighs. I didn't know how to act. What to do.
I was almost uncomfortable by her stares, thighs still wet with my slick.
Then she laughed.
I stared.
No expression.
“Come on, Nadia, why do you look
