She moaned against the soft flesh suddenly pushed into her face, feeling the warm columns of those fine legs draped down her back, alongside her bound arms. Her own legs, and what lay between them, quivered with need and anticipation, as She had urged him forward twice now - how could he do aught but obey that perfect voice.<br/><br/>with a whimper, she pushed out her tongue, driving it into that moistened spot she'd discovered, and then up to drag roughly over the nub above it.