Your morning breaths go entirely unnoticed as you focus on the tastes and textures of a creature you love more than you ever thought possible. A dozen rounds made your lips tingly and her acute attention begins to tickle. Like two different turn signals at a red light—you slowly shift out of your alternating sequence and find yourselves swiping your tongues against each other. Something about the act of tasting each other felt incredibly intimate in ways nothing else could. 