<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><strong>Ellie "Pearl" Goddard - Sunday Evening - Brothel Room 1</strong></span><br/><hr/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">His eyes turned more lustful, and she relaxed a bit. It seemed they were both nervous. He was nervous about not pleasing her, and now she was nervous about the same thing. It reminded her of her first week a bit, so her face did indeed look more vulnerable than usual. She noticed his body react in a positive way as she washed him, and she had to admit that her own breathing grew a bit labored as well. <br/><br/>Because of his nervous stutter, she expected him to freeze up in the shower. However, to her surprise...and pleasure...he moved his hand between her legs. Her eyes widened slightly, but she definitely didn't stop him, and her hand held onto his shoulders. She leaned her back against the tiled wall and licked her lips as her still wet pussy grew wetter with more than just the water. It took him a bit to find it, but when he did, she gasped and her hips bucked. Groaning, she trembled and moaned in bliss as he rubbed her clit.<br/><br/>"Mmmm....that feels....good..."<br/><br/>She looked into his eyes as her heart raced and her breathing hitched. Licking her lips, she ground her hips against his hand and let out feminine sounds of pleasure.</span>