Other mouth? The words dimly registered in Ianthe's oxygen-deprived brain, and she briefly wondered if there was some quirk of Grey anatomy unknown to her. Or, she decided, he might just be making crude reference to one of her other openings -- and she certainly wasn't prepared for, or interested in,<i>that</i>, with this creature. Determined to bring him off despite the Grey reputation for stamina, she forced herself to take more of his massive tool each time she bobbed up and down on it, suppressing her gag reflex to let it slither ever deeper into the warmth of her mouth and, eventually, wedge into her clutching throat. While her tongue fluttered teasingly along the underside of his shaft, her hand around its base pumped more urgently, its movements lubricated by the thick spiderweb of drool and precum that had begun to overflow from between her stretched lips.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>