She didn't slow down as her nose pressed against your juicy grapes of wrath, her tongue flicking out to taste herself on them, but she didn't stop to savor it. Continuing forward, she pushed her face down against your shaft, letting her tongue roll over it as well as she pinned it to your stomach, coiling and slurping the fluids covering it, until she was so far up that she couldn't reach even the head anymore, but the warm, fuzzy sensation of her belly fur made you shiver in a whole new way. When you felt her engorged nether lips pressing against your rod, as if it was giving a perverse kiss, you found her face hovering over yours, out of range for you to give her your own kiss, despite the fact she was pressed hard against your torso. Curse your size difference.