She would feel his tongue invading as far as it could go, understanding her spasms and tightening grip to mean that he was doing something right. Her arching hips pressed him tighter against her slit, until it was the only thing he could taste or smell. It was overpowering and intoxicating, completely taking him over while his members spun and twisted in the water. He badly wanted to use her, his hands exploring up her rear and gripping onto her flesh. All he could do was twist and lick, hoping that she would continue to reward him for good behavior. A thought occurred to him for a moment, wondering what these encounters might mean if they continued on this constantly. Did she just need someone to itch these spots? She sure was getting into this interspecies sex…