Khemenatari’s silken smooth hands took hold of Zeta’s cheeks, her head tilted to the side and she deepened the kiss, snaking her tongue about to brush against the othe gynoid.  She received no responce, not even a flick from the other woman’s tongue.  It was unsatisfying, even inexperinced partner’s recipricoted in some minor way.  She broke her lock on the other woman’s lips, and gazed directly into her eyes, unblinking.  “It generally tends to be more pleasurable to your partner if you do something with your tongue...  Don’t mimic my movement’s exactly...  But, learn them and improvise your own technique...”