***Author's warning: Contains mature content
Misty leaned her head back as Harinder poured soap onto his hand and began to lather her hair. The gentle brush of his fingertips worked the soap into her scalp, massaging her temples and neck as he went.
Misty's body was barely submerged in the water and part of her wanted to cover her exposed breasts. When the cold air touched her skin, she could feel her nipples harden. Misty closed her eyes and gave into the sensation of getting her hair washed.
Her eyes flew open as she felt something grasp her feet. Pulling one out of the water, Psymuk pressed into her arches, smoothing out the tightness and aches of her arches. He used soap to make it easy to rub over her skin and the sensation drew out her moans of pleasure.
