The slick, soapy suds glistening on her body as she leans over him, her full breasts teasingly close to his face, the scent of lavender filling the air. She grips his length, spreading the soap along his shaft, her touch firm yet gentle. His hips buck, seeking more friction, more pressure. She smiles, a wicked glint in her eye, and leans down, taking him into her mouth, her tongue swirling around his head, driving him wild with desire.