Trish's knuckles clench, and she fights off the urge to bite down on her thumb... She should've expected that it wasn't going to be as easy and clean as all that. And having seen the woman's magic in action, plus the political pull the woman can exercise... there's literally nothing she can do about it.<br/><br/>So, she grits her teeth and leans forward, pulling the chair up behind her... and leans forward, following the pull of the woman's arms until her lips press gently up against the older woman's engorged clit. From that angle, she's easily able to slide her tongue out and into the woman's cleft, tasting the woman's arousal as it spreads across her tongue... the scent and taste seem to fill her mouth when she pulls her tongue back, only to come back again sharper when she licks a second time.<br/><br/>She continues to lick for a few moments, scooping lick after lick of the woman's juices down her throat, before finally moving up and wrapping her lips, perhaps a bit timidly, around the woman's clit. Even with the woman's grip on the back of her head, she manages to keep her motions gentle- lips tugging slightly on the clit from base to tip, and every now and again barely flicking her tongue across the engorged organ's surface.<br/><br/>The whole situation just sends goosebumps up and down her spine, and she feels like her knuckles are going to turn white from her grip on the chair's armests... but she does as she's asked, despite the heat starting to flare up in her cheeks and throat.