Gina responded with a wordless moan of delight at the praise, the stroking touch. As her tongue delved deeper, she found a softer point of growing wetness, and just above it the small, rounded nub that she knew was the seat of sensitivity for a woman. Her tongue lingered there, lips brushing against netherlips as her tongue traced a slow circle around it.<br/><br/>Within the binding white sheath, her hands flexed and clenched, and she shifted her weight, her ass wiggling a little as she sought to alleviate her own growing arousal; were she not bound, her fingers would already have found their way between her thighs.