Mady couldn't hear the breathing of her audience over her own gasps and moans.  She was lost in her own realm of tormented pleasure.  The tongue doing just enough to keep her on edge but not sending her over.  Her fingers slipped lower, dipping just barely into the wet honey pot. The tongue must have noticed and disapproved as it immediately unwrapped from her breasts to slap at her hand.  Mady let out a frustrated cry, slapping back at the tongue.<br/><br/>“P'ease...p'ease....”  The tongue must have taken some pity, stretching to tug at the bar between her lips.  Making Mady scream and arch.  If she could speak she would have begged for help, but all she could do was writhe in pleasure as she came, finally finding the release the tongue had been building for hours.  It was quick and hard, leaving the woman shivering on the bed as the tongue began to lap at her juices, moving them around more than anything.