/vt/ - Virtual Youtubers

>prettiest mess she's ever been
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>you wait for Lisa to catch her breath as you shampoo her tail before letting water run again so you can rinse her hair, with one hand on her forehead you prevent any soapy from entering her eyes and watch the water run onto her shoulders, down her back, you hold her tail to rinse it too as you let go of her forehead, she looks down and catches a glimpse of Chai, you slide your hand from her tail to her bum, assess the shape of it for a moment before pressing gently on her stummy, letting water run down your arm to direct it to her mound, once again you feel her body temperature rise a little, she looks down to not face the skrunkler and finds herself looking at your big hand as your fingertips slowly sink into the top of her soapy patch
>gently working bubbles out of her wool is already too much of a stimulus for your little sister, she can barely stand properly so you shift your arm to hold her firmly by the hips and push against her bum just enough to make her present her pelvis to the warm water, as you comb the wool with your fingers she writhes against you and mews behind her hand without a real effort to try and run away. The shampoo has long been rinsed out, but you enjoy playing her like an instrument just to explore the sweet sounds her oversensitive body can produce
>you stop your right hand there, and turn off the water, Lisa keeps writhing against your still hand, not really grinding but definitely not innocent either, you pretend to not perceive and reach for her body soap, and with a very slippery left hand you grab her left tit and push her erect nipple into the very modest amount of fat, slowly describing circles as you wash the horny sweat off her chest, stummy, hips, and as far as you can comfortably reach with her in your arms
>Lisa is still dazed, hips barely rocking, cautiously inviting more pressure from your right hand, only to freeze as you ask if you can have your hand back, realizing what she had been doing, she turns red again, tries to squeeze her thighs closed but there is quite a gap left as you pull your hand away
>she looks up and finally takes her hand off her mouth and uses to gain some balance from the wall, now supporting her own weight and freeing both your hands
>you can't help but tease her some more by asking if she already misses your hand, she shakes her head no and a lock of heavy wet hair gets in her face, you brush it back behind her ear and you both notice a hint of musk coming off your right hand, somehow noticeable even with soap and shampoo smells in the air, she's never been so flushed
>you get more body soap and proceed to cover her hips and ribs in bubbles, you can feel every bone right beneath her skin as you run slippery fingers all over, every mole you find gets a few teasing rubs as you count them aloud, the moles have a very slightly different texture but feel just as smooth as her pearly skin
>Lisa is visibly aroused but also beyond relaxed, blissful and babied, you wash her arms intertwine fingers with her as your other hand drops from her shoulder to her armpit, after all the intimate titillating she barely flinches as you thoroughly check if she needs a shave yet, you let her fingers go and soap up the other pit, never losing contact with her skin you bring both of your hands below her modest tits and try to see if they'll giggle at least a little, indexes supporting them from below like a bra, you whisper in her ear how attractive you find them to be, how sexy she is right now, how badly you want her, and as she opens her mouth to maybe say something, you squeeze the horny little tits until both her nipples end up pressed firmly between index and thumb, barely letting go before repeating the same motion as if you were trying to milk her very unmotherly body
>Lisa seems utterly overwhelmed, not saying a thing, starting to breathe heavily again, until you suddenly stop and leave her to her thoughts, one hand pressing below her ribcage to feel her diaphragm move, the other spreading soap between her collarbones, running along one all the way to the other, leaving little puddles of bubbles on either side of her neck
>as you wash a bit higher, you feel Lisa pressing onto your hand, looking up to extend her frail neck, as if she were asking for a coup de grâce, you slowly massage her soapy neck and even squeeze a little, she tenses up and her diaphragm stops for a moment, you squeeze some more and she puts more of her weight on your hand, as you choke her you can feel her heartbeat increase, you lower your other hand and give her a gentle tap to let her know it's over for now and slowly let go of her neck
>Lisa immediately looks down in shame and has to face her staring cat once again, she relaxes as you get the water running and rinse her body, she nods when you ask if that other bottle is the soap she uses on her face
>you make her turn around and face you, she closes her eyes, all but begging for a kiss