She gasped, feeling him grip her plump thighs, spreading her legs apart further as he leaned into her cunt. A flurry of moans escaped her lips, as she found herself in a sea of sheer bliss. She had never in her wildest dreams thought that Anon would do this to her, let alone be this amazing at it, yet here she was, squealing like a filly on prom night as she was eaten out with terrifying efficiency. She wanted to clench her legs together, wrapping them around Anon’s head and locking him in while he lapped at her lower lips, but the strength he had far eclipsed her own. The mere knowledge of his superior strength added to his act, Latte’s submissive, marish callings screaming with glee over the fact she was being taken by such a powerful stud—or man in this case.