After a bit of prodding you manage to slip into her clitoral hood. The taste and unmasked scent of her raw sex was intoxicating; her powerful pheromones flood your senses and send your vision swimming. The tang of her sheltered corner gives way to milkier sweetness the farther you move up her cleft and dance around the precipice of her depths. She soon forgets her inhibitions amidst the pleasure and leans her rump back into your maw in a desperate attempt to penetrate herself on your tongue. 