After a day at the pool, Karina needs to shower off. And we get to watch. It’s quite a sight, first through the mirror (an private look at Karina if there ever was one), then as she uses her hand-held shower head to rinse off. Rub-a-dub-dub, indeed, and, damn, her milk cans look big! (That is because they are big.) Of course, a gal like Karina needs to keep her meatballs soft, so out comes the cream. I always must place cream on my wahwahs, she said. That keeps ‘em soft and worthwhile to touch. Okay, gents, it is pecker time. Karina saturates her milk shakes with skin cream, so much so that the stuff drips off of her cute rack, much like our guy-goo would if we had the pleasure of shooting it all over her. Then it is soap time, and … damn… we can not go on. We’ve got business to take care of.