The drip of the water descended on Ruth's skin as I parted her asscheeks further to admire the fine, puckered skin of her ass-hole. It was exactly like that of Ada, only with its own beauty.
It had soft creases around it, faintly lined, and nature itself seemed to have taken pains in modeling the details of it. The skin was smooth, flushed with cool water of a light pink, and so clean, not a particle of dirt, only the natural, earthy odor of her body. The sensitive folds were followed with my fingers, tickling enough to cause her to breath hitching.
"Aaah..." Ruth moaned and looked up at me with an arching movement of the body, her thighs vibrating. It was a crude, desperate sound, and it gave me a jolt of heat to my cock.
I dipped a little further into the water and touched her with my fingers in slow, repose circles. "So sensitive," I grumbled, my voice deepening with satisfaction. "Just like the rest of you."
