Your novice is surprised when you kiss for the first time and for a moment afterwards stays motionless, arms wrapped across your shoulders. “If that is my punishment I will accept it,” she murmurs as you tell her what will happen tomorrow, adding, “I do not believe I have been canned before. It has always been the whip. I am sure you will make Loviatar proud when you wield it. What is it like compared to a whip?” she shivers, the last question a quiet murmur to herself, but soon the thought is banished from her mind as she is now in a position to kiss you once again.<br/>She pulls her fingers out of you, only to smear your own juice across the skin folds that hide your clit as she pulls them apart to expose the pleasure point. Her tongue delicately makes contact with the bud of flesh, nudging it gently several times. Then the full surface of her tongue is pressed down against your clit. She slides it up and down, her head moving slightly in similar movement as she does. Then she withdraws her tongue slightly to use the tip to trace the clit’s outline, again doing so multiple times without stopping in between.