Unable to vocalize language, Fanya grabbed Becca by the shoulders and almost spun her completely around one hundred and eighty degrees. Becca understood now what she wanted but it was too late. Her movements lost the grace and confidence that she had before and now were made of pure need, lust and instinct. Fanya grasped her curved hips and had her sit on her face, Fanya's tongue extending out, taking long slow licks from Becca's clit, along her lips, past her taint and twirled at the end around her tight rosebud. Fanya's movements were fast leading up to this point but then calmed back to a crawl, keeping her knees pinned wide to the bed, her legs split as she focused her need at her mouth. Fanya would slide a bit down the bed, let her mouth wrap around Becca's hood, hum and then let her teeth pull and play at her clit before extending the flat of her tongue out and going for another long luxurious lick.<br/><br/>When Fanya's tongue would dive in between her folds, finding and peering into the entrance of her depths with her snake like slithering appendage,  her nose would rub up against her taint, pressing against the nerve bundle there, just below the skin while her chin moved in circles against her hood.  When her mouth was wrapped around her hood, humming away, her nose was buried into those same depths, her breath warming what was already a very hot place. Then the long licks again... all the way from the front to Becca's ever tight ass.<br/><br/>Fanya's tongue did more than twirl there. Eventually, it penetrated and when that wasn't enough for her mouth as it traveled back to the soft and folded valley of her inner thighs for more nourishment, her finger found itself pushing into her backdoor, just as her other finger had been twirling in circles and swiping side to side against Becca's clit when her mouth couldn't be there. Between her two hands, her tongue, her nose and chin, she seemed to have everything covered as her hips bucked for attention, and her skin all over her body turned hot to the touch.<br/><br/>Fanya was an animal in heat. Nothing more was wanted, needed or desired except for the taste of flesh and the drink of a goddess like Becca on her face. The burning reactor of lust and power just underneath her belly began to shine a light of ecstasy that reached out in all directions and came to an undulating stop just below her skin around around her entire body... that same burning reactor was about to explode again.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>