<strong>Henrietta</strong><br/><strong>Dorm Room</strong><br/><strong>Tagging: Alex</strong><br/><br/>Kiss after kiss after kiss, it was like Henrietta were sustained by this act alone.  All the while, her hand and forearm encompassed his member, sliding back and forth and rippling with every movement.  Though she didn't need to intake his sustenance through her mouth, she found that her suppliers always seemed to react from her head applying pressure.  Henrietta parted her lips from Alex's and then pressed them against his chest, his abdomen, and then around his member.  Her arms moved to explore his chest as her mouth overtook Alex's manhood.  Soft and wet, wetter than any normal mouth could be.  And the way her mouth pressed inward all around it, like tongues on every side or a throat swallowing him whole, was supernatural.  Her lips were caressing his balls, playing with them gently while her mouth encompassed the entire shaft.  She was waiting for the muscle spasm to come.  The ones that signaled that her dinner would be coming.  The process was also quite stimulating for Henrietta as well.  Her outer layers were pretty sensitive, but the further into her outer membrane his length went, the more pleasure she felt.  Henrietta's anatomy being as unusual as it is, the only way to tell she was close to orgasm herself was that her color shifted from a clear blue to a muted cyan.  Also, in maintaining the human shape, she stretched her body, lifting her butt into the air, as if presenting to someone else in the room.  clearly, she was enjoying her food, as much as her partner was enjoying preparing it.