As Mia rises to climax, she doesn't even notice the soft steps behind her; when she finally collapses, satisfied from her fingers' work (but still feeling the odd need burning inside... apparently, she doesn't /just/ need to cum), rough hands grasp her hips, holding her. "Think found," a deep voice with an almost canine quality observes. Judging from the rustling, the creature holding her is kneeling, then she feels a thick, rough tongue sliding up and down her slit, licking up her juices. "Taste sweet smell," the canine voice sounds again, followed by another lap along her slit and the sound of a deep breath. "Think gonna fuck before bring chief." The decision made, Cherine feels her unseen assailant starting to lick her twat without further remarks, his tongue quickly discovering her sweet spots.<br/><br/>((Assuming Cherine has finished cumming, going by your post... State before check, thus Aroused/Horny<br/>Prowess 5: 25))