Lazarus had never bathed anyone in his life, not even himself. He didn't know how to bathe people. So he did what he could do best with her. He started with her breasts. He ran soap over there in circles, enjoying the feel of her plump breasts. He created a lot of lather over there and ran his hands while squeezing them and raking his fingers over her puckered nipples.
Emma was getting aroused by the minute. She bit her bottom lip so hard that marks of her teeth appeared over there. She could feel his cock burning like a brand against her skin.
