He would be thick and huge. She thought. And gentle and rough all at once, knowing exactly how to press her skin, tweak her tight spots, play her body to perfect o****m over and over with his tongue, his lips, his fingers, his hands, and that gorgeous, veined c**k.
Now she had a face for her menage fantasies— Asher's. Why not? Live a little, Kimberly. She thought. No one knew what went on in the privacy of her own mind, her own shower, and as she sighed deeply, the pressure of everything vanquished, she felt a familiar heat and bliss rise up in her as the water pulsed its way into her soul, her c**t crying out for more, her fingers sliding in and out of her tight p***y not in a heated rush but, instead, slowly, stroking that spot on the top that always made her clench just a tad harder, m
