She tries her best not to moan, even gasping a bit as you climb under her skirt, but it's quite clear when she spreads her legs wider that she's not protesting with her body.  She'd always enjoyed such an unusually textured tongue, soon gasping at the strokes, and then in no time she was moaning.  Her musk began to increase, and her sex began to get damper with the persistence of hard, fast strokes...<br/><br/>"More..." she whispered between moans, blushing as much from embarrassment as from the pleasure "Please..."