Undoubtedly she wasn't as experienced as he was, given the length of time he'd had to practice, but there was less awkwardness this time, less of a hint that she was doing it -only- because she felt it was required of her  Instead she seemed to be enjoying herself, relaxing as she continued and he moved without gagging her with his cock.  Occasionally she pulled her mouth off him to bathe and lick the entire shaft and balls too, then returned to her sucking, eagerly, almost greedy about it.<br/><br/>His venom helped her arousal no doubt, but he was giving her intense pleasure that she'd have enjoyed even if he'd built the arousal entirely with foreplay.  as she felt that finger sliding into her ass she trembled slightly, a little sore there, but the finger still felt good.  His mouth and his other finger felt even better, and she could feel her need for arousal growing potently.  She wriggled beneath him, moaning loudly around his shaft, taking it in as deep as she could manage, holding it, then sliding away.  It was easier at this angle, especially since she wasn't being "forced" to do it.<br/><br/>Her thoughts were all pleasure and enjoyment, the thrill of finding out what he liked and didn't as she sucked him, the potent intensity of his fingers and tongue working her up to that level of intense pleasure.  A part of her wanted him to fuck her again, to bury himself over and over.  Still, this was pleasurable too, for both of them.