"Oh I can be good, I can be real good." She purred for him, pushing her body out toward him. She let go of the shower and took the soap in her hands, working up a slippery lather.

Her hands, yes it took them both, wrapped around him and stroked from base to tip in a slow, firm grip. "But I always thought you liked it better when I was bad." Birdy stroked again, and a third time with a twist.