<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/fd/Nerissa_inset.jpg)</div><strong>Savannah Moon</strong><br/><br/>The ebony girl felt cherry red by the time she'd managed too get across what she wanted.  It was hard to try and communicate through pantomime while covering breasts ad big as hers with one arm, her neatly trimmed delta with the other.  The  petite and powerfully built girl finally had to give up any pretext of modesty just to get the message across.<br/><br/>It was worth it, though!  Savannah hadn't had a bath since that night before the battle of the horses, sporting with her unit in the river.  That had been sweet for its affection more than the quality of the water—especially when they lathered each other up with their breasts instead of their hands, that had been fun and felt good.<br/><br/>But, oh!  Even that hadn't been a<em>proper, hot bath!</em>She felt like a queen, relaxing into the exotic tub—was it a war trophy?--like the woman she'd once served.<br/><br/>That left Savannah momentarily feeling guilty and confused, but the water seduced her. The black girl gave a sensual moan and sank deeper into the steamy tub.