His tongue was already challenging the most satisfying self-pleasuring acts Latte had ever done to herself, and this wasn’t even the main event she had in mind. She wanted more, needed more, and with every euphoric blow Anon delivered to her psyche she felt herself wavering. She was a modest mare, one who wouldn’t debase herself to being anything close to whorish, but with him…he just unlocked something within her. She felt the faintest glimpses of a climax stirring with her, the telltale sensation of one in the far distance brewing within her. Though, that sensation was only sparked for a moment, as, just as suddenly as he started, Anon halted. Feeling him still gripping her thighs, yet halting his licking, Latte raised a brow.