Ianthe squirmed and cooed as he helped her out of what was left of her skinsuit and gear, delighted arousal flushing her cheeks first for that playful swat, and then the moreso when he spread her legs apart. One of her hands clutched into his hair as his tongue found her already-damp folds, while the other rested atop her belly -- and when he began thrusting his tongue into her, she crooked her knees just enough to trap him around the shoulders. Her lean body trembled beneath his touches, and the quiet moans spilling from her lips lent him further encouragement 'til her fingers tightened in his mane, and she demanded, breathlessly,<span style="color: mediumturquoise">"Just fuck me."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>