He kept at it, right up until she was practically squirting all over his face. At that, he finally allowed himself to relax, allowed his tired tongue to come back into his mouth, and his sticky and slick fingers to slide free from her body.<br/><br/>When she grabs his hair, it's actually enough to make him moan; a sound almost as lewd as her cumming, that was soon cut short by her tongue forcing its way into his mouth. He welcomed it happily, his own tongue caressing against hers. When the kiss ended, he was nearly dizzy from joy and frustration. "Thank you, Cass."