Unconscious of the show Steiner was getting from it, Gina worked the brush and her clit furiously; she needed no delicacy to get herself worked into a state; she'd been there already when she got out of bed. Soon she was gasping, her juices dribbling down the flashing brush handle, her lips open wide for her unfettered moans, the flush in her cheeks not just from the heat of the steaming shower.