Latte had no time to question him, as, before she even knew it, Anon dove right down to her groin. Another euphoric groan escaped her lips, as she felt his tongue begin to dance against her folds. Her pussy gushed with her arousal, all of which Anon happily lapped up as he went to town on her marehood. He weaved his tongue into her with expertise, dancing it against her walls, periodically pulling it out to take a moment to suckle on her engorged clit. The vanilla taste of her milk reflected in her own lust, as her juices’ flavor was akin to that of her delicious brew from earlier, ushering Anon to give her his all and then some. 