There was no chance to answer, to explain that it was this very thing mashing against her face that made Gina so very wet and ready. With a whimper, she returned to her work, eyes drifting closed in concentration as she alternated between sucking the hardened nub between her lips, and pressing forward, breath held, to drive her tongue deep as she may before dragging it out and up over the clit, finally worrying it between her teeth and then letting it slide free to suckle again.