She's stretched out with quiet confidence, petite frame barely filling the frame, skin still faintly damp and smelling of something soft and citrus-clean.

You lean in close enough to feel the warmth radiating off her, that freshly-washed smoothness right there against your mouth, and every small sound she makes tells you exactly where to press your tongue harder.

Her thighs tighten around your ears as you find the rhythm she needs, fingers twisting into your hair, pulling you deeper until her whole body shudders and she stops asking questions.