Daphne kneaded at the muscles in his back with tender pressure, moving on to the ones in the back of his neck after she felt the tension give way under her hands. She watched his face for his reactions ever as she slid back around to stand in front of him again.
Her slick palms slid back down his chest, her thumbs brushing over his nipples, before her fingertips began to trace the muscles of his stomach, her mouth smirking at his words.
"Something else?" she asked, feigning confusion, even as her fingers teased lower. "I don't know, you might get weak in the knees and hurt yourself," she said teasingly, her voice low.
Despite her words, Daphne began to tease the base of his cock with her fingers before wrapping her palm around him, the suds between their skin making the contact slippery.