The eye contact broke when Chrysalis dove forward, engulfing the entirety of your meat hammer into her mouth, shoving more than several inches into her throat as well, introducing you to a whole new level of heat and wetness. Astonishingly, her tongue stayed exactly in place, still constricting and slithering like a creature with a separate mind of its own. In fact, while you couldn't see it any longer, you knew it had somehow backtracked up your length so that the forked tip played at your head. Chrysalis had shut her eyes now, as though she was savoring the taste, which was backed up by the slurping noise she sucked hard, dragging her tongue every which way. You were pretty sure she had somehow tied it into a knot at this point.