Chihiro cries out in intense pleasure, her voice powerful and demanding in a primal way; she's never been this satisfied before. Never in her life. As Monkling's tongue delves into her, she knows her pleasure might come too soon. Her hips twitch and wriggle, the pleasure thrilling and tingling her in a way that's hard for her body to control or even handle. She does and does not want to orgasm. On the one hand, if she finishes, it's done, it's over, and she has to think of the consequences. And she doesn't want to think of consequences right now. But it would give her sweet release at this very minute.<br/><br/>But if she doesn't finish, she can continue this blissful escape from reality. That's what it is, she knows, an escape from reality. The drunken philosopher in her soul wonders if she's dreaming all of this because of her repressed family and lifestyle, but she shoves that thought out. The only thing worth thinking about is Monkling's tongue and Stone's dick. She eyes the man appreciatively as that same wolfish man eyes Monkling, and she wonders what mischief he's up to back there.....