Vasha writhed on the table, her hands gripping the edges as her body bucked under his mouth.  She purred and cooed as he teased her.  Her head fell back, exposing the pale column of her neck as she gasped for air.  Gabriel knew her body better than his own, could play it like a finely tuned instrument.  One hand slid into his hair, gripping it roughly as she pulled him closer to her, shoving his face into dripping pussy.  "So good."  She growled.  "Make me cum!"  Vasha cried, hovering on the edge but not quite reaching the pinnacle of release.