Maggie let Stephen pull her against him, feeling his hardness against her bare skin.  “Easy there, Tiger…plenty of time for that stuff later,” she stated with a teasing smile.  She broke away with a deft move and grabbed a bar of soap.  “First I want you all nice and clean,” Maggie added as she lathered the soap in her hands and turned to face him, starting with his chest and shoulders while letting the spongy head of his cock graze her skin.<br/><br/>Maggie was a patient woman, working the soap down his pecs and across his flat stomach.  He was a nice specimen of the male form as her soapy fingers grazed his skin, dropping even lower until she had gripped his hard fleshy member.  She slowly stroked the shaft, using the slickness of the soap to give him an expert hand job.  Back and forth, swiping her hand over the glans, Maggie fondled his balls…tugging and lightly squeezing the twin orbs nestled in that sac of skin.<br/><br/>Being the tease she was, Maggie let go of his cock and knelt down before him, washing his thighs and legs, bringing her head just inches from the tip of his rock hard muscle.  She looked up at him and gave Stephen’s aching member a friendly stroke and squeeze before getting back up on her feet.<br/><br/>She handed him the soap and offered him a cheeky grin.  “Your turn.  Soap me up good.”<br/>