Nalia let out a small chuckle. He meant washing sincerely. Well, it would make sense as he did technically clean her body first before cleaning her more intimate area...in a manner of speaking. Her eyes closed for the kiss, smiling lightly against his lips before he moved them. Again the whispers she loved so, his vulgar language in his demands, made her feel things she’d never felt before. It excited her in a way that made her just want to follow exactly as he commanded. So, when he moved her head in a nodding motion and prompted her to respond accordingly, she couldn’t look away from his eyes as she spoke in a whisper, “yes, sir.”<br/><br/>She was surprised at how obedient she was being when her mind finally processed what her mouth had said. There was something very different about this situation, one that she felt like she should be quite uncomfortable, but everything in his look told her to obey....and she did.<br/><br/>She delightedly did so...<br/><br/>With the sponge in hand, full of soap, she turned to face him and proceeded to clean him as instructed. She did not miss a spot, ensuring thoroughness to the nth degree: over his shoulders and neck first, down both arms and back up again, then down his chest, his abdomen, stopping short of his pelvis (to “leave the best for last,” his voice replayed in her mind with a smile). Then reaching around his waist and hips, she moved closer to him, pressing the entire front of her body flush against his, keeping her eyes glued to his as she concentrated on his backside through touch alone: gliding the sponge up one side, over his shoulders blades, then down the other side, switching hands to accomplish this before meeting in the center, running up his back and then slowly down his spine, her fingers of her free hand following the sponge on the way down to his rear, tickling the skin as she went.<br/><br/>Once she reached lower than she could reach while standing, she lowered herself, sliding her body, her breasts, down his soapy skin, as well as passing over his member, letting it slide between them and through, until she stopped once she was face to face with it. Now on her knees, she wasn’t done yet. The sponge continued to run along his body, covering his ass with the foamy suds, all around and in between, before going down the back of a leg. Reaching his heel, she switched hands to go for his other foot, going back up his other leg, gliding around to the front and stopping just next to his dick. She lightly brushed against it as she proceeded to move her way back down again, washing the front of the leg. Washing over his toes, she switched hands again, washing the other foot, then back up the front of his other leg, stopping once again just before his groin.<br/><br/>All her movements were slow, calculated, teasing. Wherever the sponge had just been, the fingers of her free hand would caress, fingernails would graze, palms would grab or massage, switching between all three at various points of his body and her cleaning. While the sponge had reached his crotch, she would circle around it, cleaning every inch she could between the scrub and her hand. “Leave the best for last, right?” She looked up at him, her voice low. There was no smirk on her face anymore, but there was something more that rested in her eyes. She moved the sponge over his erection and left a trail of soap along the entire length. “Don’t miss a spot?....not an inch?” She could do that. As she’d been across his body, wherever the soap went, her hand would follow, so her free hand lifted and encircled his shaft, caressing, massaging the soap over it. She’d stroke back and forth, achingly slowly, ensuring that no inch was left unaccounted.<br/><br/>As she stroked, she’d move a bit faster with time, all the while using her other hand to fill the sponge with the shower water. Once she felt it was cleaned thoroughly enough with the soap, she’d hold it over, slowing her pumping once more, and squeezed the sponge free of all the water it had collected to rinse him off. As the water fell, it cascaded over his rod and her hand and fell below to her chest, rinsing off the soap that had collected there as well from her descent to her current position. Then, once free of the suds, she’d direct his head against her tongue, which had slid out from between her lips, giving it a teasing lick. Then, she opened up so she could slide him past and into her mouth, bit by bit, until he completely disappeared behind her lips. She held like this for a moment, squeezing her throat muscles as if swallowing, until she needed to take a breath. Pulling her head back, she inhaled, and then took him back in, this time not as deep, but enough to for his tip to hit the back of her throat, then pulling away, and then back in, and out. She kept her pace slow, twisting her head only a little bit left and right as she went along.