Seeing Jackson's obvious arousal a salacious smile spread across Layla's lips with her own mounting desire coupled with the imminent prospect of finally claiming her long sought after prize. Her tongue unconsciously sort out her lips, moistening them, her own primal urges coming to the fore and threatening to overwhelm all her senses, she pulled herself back from the brink of submitting to mindless pleasure and remembered her place.<br/><br/>She pressed her naked form into Jackson's back as she began to gently wash away the dirt and cares that clung to him. She deliberately allowed her breasts to slide over his naked back as she administered attention to the rest of his body. She let the wash cloth fall from her grasp and instead with insistant , hungry hands began massaging his hard member, her strokes urging him on to greater heights as well as conveying her own desperate desire.<br/><br/>Leaning in close she whispers into his ear, "Your shave might need to wait, I think there are more<em>pressing</em>matters to take care first, don't you think?"<br/><br/>Having been on the road and away from the tender mercies of female companionship for too long Layla knew from experience that she needed to release the built up pressure lurking within Jackson for both of their sakes.<br/><br/>She wrapped her long legs around him, rocking her hips in time with the motion of her hand as she stroked away Jackson's cares. It didn't take long to unleash the dormant passion in his loins, with a well practiced rhythm she brought him to a shuddering release, his muscled form arching back into her as she milked him of every drop.<br/><br/>She cradled Jackson with her whole body, allowing the hot water and silence to wash over him.<br/>