Lena’s POV
He bends me over the workbench and kicks my legs apart with his foot. My palms press flat against the wood, sawdust and metal shavings under my fingers, the edge of the bench digging into my hips.
My sundress is bunched at my waist, my ass is bare and I can feel the garage air on my p***y, still swollen, still wet, still dripping from what he did to me on the hood.
He drops to his knees behind me and puts his mouth on me without warning.
His tongue pushes inside me and licks up through my slit in a long flat stroke that buckles my knees. He grips my thighs to hold me up while his tongue f***s me, pushing in and pulling out, tasting every inch of me from behind.
"Oh god," I moan, my fingers clawing the wood. "Vincent, fuck."
He groans against my p***y and the vibration buz
