Rose positively<em>purred</em>as Aberik's tongue danced; she could have sworn that it was magic. Her cheeks were flushed red with excitement and her eyes were clouded over in pleasure from his skill. She cupped her perfectly formed breasts and kneaded them together then apart in slow circles, her thumbs resting on her nipples. Occasionally she would pinch the turgid peaks with a moan and shudder. Like the others, her nub below was swollen, and free of its hood leaving it exposed to the cruel mercies of his tongue. Pink petals trickling with copious amounts of their own sweet wine, her thighs shook with tension and pressed together around his head as she neared climax.