**Chapter 12: Afterglow and Indulgence**

As they stood there, basking in the warmth of their passion, Peach's gaze drifted to the soap and shampoo that lay on the edge of the shower. She smiled, a mischievous glint in her eye, and reached for the soap. "Let's clean each other off," she suggested, her voice husky and seductive. Mario's eyes lit up with interest, and he nodded, his face still flushed from their lovemaking. Peach picked up the soap and began to lather it in her hands, her eyes never leaving Mario's. She reached out and gently began to wash his hair, her fingers massaging his scalp as she worked the soap into a rich lather. Mario closed his eyes, letting out a soft sigh as he surrendered to the sensation. Peach's touch was gentle, yet firm, and he felt his tension melting away as she worked her magic. She rinsed his hair out, the warm water cascading down his back as she began to wash his face, her fingers gentle as she cleaned his skin. As she finished with his face, Peach's hands drifted down his body, washing his chest and abdomen with gentle care. Mario's eyes fluttered open, and he locked onto hers, his gaze burning with desire. He could see the same passion reflected back at him, and he knew that this was only the beginning. Peach's hands continued their journey, washing his thighs and calves, before finally reaching his private parts. She was gentle, yet thorough, and Mario felt a surge of pleasure as she cleaned him. He let out a soft moan, his eyes never leaving hers, as he watched her work. When she finished with him, Peach stepped back, a smile on her face. "Now it's my turn," she said, her voice husky with desire. Mario picked up the soap, and began to wash Peach's hair, his fingers massaging her scalp as he worked the soap into a rich lather. As he rinsed her hair out, Peach closed her eyes, letting out a soft sigh of pleasure. Mario's hands drifted down her body, washing her face and chest, before finally reaching her abdomen. Peach's eyes fluttered open, and she locked onto his, her gaze burning with passion. Mario's hands continued their journey, washing her thighs and calves, before finally reaching her private parts. He was gentle, yet thorough, and Peach let out a soft moan as he cleaned her. Her eyes never left his, and he could see the desire burning within her. As they stood there, washing each other's bodies, the water cascaded down around them, a soothing melody that seemed to wash away all their worries. They were lost in the moment, their passion and desire burning bright as they indulged in this intimate act. When they finished, they stood there, their eyes locked, as they rinsed the soap and shampoo out of their hair. The water pounded against them, but they didn't notice, too caught up in the sensations of their lovemaking. They were two people, lost in their own little world, where nothing else existed but the two of them.