Her fourth molar was just on the edge of your influence; two of her four spires tease your short reach. You angle a bit and push farther into her. Your tongue stretches, but you only manage to reach the other corner of the same tooth. She giggles at your antics. Ow, you might’ve just strained your tongue…and you still don’t know if she’s got a fifth one hiding back there or not. Finally sensing a respite, Dash’s organ snakes around your tired one and into your mouth. You resign to licking her length as she counts your teeth in much the same fashion you did. The feeling of swiping her taste buds with yours is incredible…you’re pretty sure your legs would collapse if you were still standing. She reaches your canine and gets caught up on the sharp spire.