Anya’s tongue soon replaced her fingers, or rather traded places—soft and nimble Bunny digits pinching her clit while that wicked tongue thrust inside and a very naughty finger wiggled and teased her back there! And little Anya seemed to know so many fun tricks! Soon, it seemed that she meant to keep Skye on the verge of frustration as long as she could (all the better to drive the Wolf wild with pleasure).