Why does it take Ashley so long to wash her hair?
I walk in and catch Ashley Ace just washing her hair, taking a bath like it's any other night. Water slicks her naked body as she works the lather, hands sliding over her tits, down to where I can tell she's already getting heated. Then she spots her toys on the edge of the tub. She doesn't rush—she wants me watching. She grabs one and presses it right where she needs it most, hips bucking, moans echoing off the tiles. I'm stiff as a fucking rod seeing her lose control like this, desperate to climb in and replace that plastic with something real!