Avira ran her tongue teasingly against Zitka's, tasting her tip and sides. With a hand she reached over retrieved the bar of soap she had been using and, without breaking the kiss, began to lather up her hands. As she did, Avira tried to encourage Zitka to move her own tongue with her with pokes and prods with her own.<br/><br/>"That's an injustice right there," Avira said in husky lust, pulling back just a bit so that she could speak. "A cute young woman like you not knowing that. You are Zitka, don't let anyone tell you different. Let's get you properly cleaned up...leave everything to me~"<br/><br/>With that, Avira brought one of her lathered hands to Zitka's breasts. At first she gently rested her hand there and move it in slow, deliberate motions, cupping the left one and gently fondling her.