In her mind, Vince knelt before her, water slicking his hair as he looked up with those intense eyes. His mouth on her p***y, tongue flicking her c**t before sucking it between his lips. She'd thread her fingers through his wet hair, guiding him as he licked deeper, tongue thrusting into her entrance, tasting her arousal mixed with the soap. 'Vince,' she whispered, the name a gasp as her fingers plunged inside, two at once, curling to hit her G-spot.
He'd stand then, d**k hard and thick, pressing against her thigh. She'd drop to her knees, water streaming down her face, and take him in her mouth—lips stretching around his girth, tongue swirling the head, tasting the salt of pre-c*m oozing from his opening. He'd groan, hand on her head, f*****g her mouth gently at first, then deeper, until
