His smell called to Latte’s marish instincts, ushering her to further their sudden lustful exchange. Parting her lips, she slowly brought her tongue out, slowly placing it against the warm, sensitive flesh of his nuts. Her taste buds were met with a salty, exotic taste akin to Anon’s aroma, and it was downright addictive. Slowly, she began to lap at his nuts, caressing each sack with unexpected whorish expertise, but she was only getting started. Feeling her confidence rising in tandem with her needs, she parted her jaw further and took one of his balls into her mouth. Suckling on the pendulous orb hungrily, she danced her tongue against his skin, pressing her muzzle further into his groin as she indulged herself.