Harold found that trying to clean her thighs was like trying to push a boulder up a hill; every time you push the boulder up, it always rolled back down, and every time he cleaned one part of her, her juices would pour out and coat it once more.  He didn't mind too much though, her scent was intoxicating, the taste of her better than anything he'd ever had.<br/><br/>Listening to her pleading increase, her promises of doing anything, he looked up and smirked again.  "Anything huh?  I think I like the sound of that.  Alright, I'll give you what you want."  Moving in, he pressed his lips against her pussy, and wasted no time.  His tongue thrust out, delving into her, probing and exploring, drinking her juices as they flowed into his mouth.  Pulling away after only a few moments of that, he latched onto her clit, wrapping his lips around it, sucking firmly as the tip of his tongue swirled around the swollen, throbbing nerve cluster.