His tongue on the inside of her slick inner walls feeling strange make her breath skip a bit. She can feel his lips pressed into her swollen labia, the texture of them exquisite against against the delicate flesh. She still a fan of having his member within her. Much deeper and more pressure. He retreats, which causes her to look up again. It feels like her clitoris is being caressed, but not like the warmth of his mouth or the feel of his lips around it. She realizes that the pressure she had felt from last night is coming back, but not the warmth in her chest. "Pressure, Ari, pressure," she instructs breathly. She wants to feel the joy of release again.