Your hips rise on their own in a fruitless attempt to get deeper, but Dash pulls back and utilizes her strong tongue to grind you against the ridges on the roof of her mouth. Her eyes threaten to flutter shut from the blissful sensation of bringing her mate to the precipice of satisfaction. The second pump is much more forceful and makes her squint. Viscous semen clings to the roof of her mouth as it races down her throat and splatters her uvula; she coughs once, then twice, forcing a decent volume of ejaculate to tickle her throat the wrong way. Much to her credit, she keeps her cool and draws your head back to the entrance of her mouth to focus on breathing past the invasive goo. 