	Dash’s clitoris finds itself trapped between a slick thumb and your hard rod and she squeals when you grind her sensitive bean against the bare skin of your thrusting appendage. Kept silent only because you were sucking on her tongue—she shudders and jerks, wings knock your shaving cream onto the floor, breaking the nozzle and sending foam flying around in an explosive decompression. Feet struggle to keep you steady on the layer of slimy ejaculate she’d spilled so liberally on the floor.