He was surprised at the sudden clutching hands around his head, almost causing him to pull back out of fear. However, when he realized where she was trying to force his head, he stopped and leaned in to it. It was very different to the female mers, who had their slit on the front of their tails. To be held like this against her slit was much closer than he could get on a mermaid, and her locking legs kept him right where she wanted. Her scent filled his mind as his lips gently kissed against the lips, before a long and thick tongue reached out and drove into her. He wasn’t one for teasing or dancing around the idea, it seemed. His wonderful lapping would dig deep into her folds, giving him tastes to go along with the scent pouring out into the water. He closed his eyes and let her do as she pleased with his head, as he would continue licking or kissing whatever she wanted him to. He was really enjoying the feeling of her legs around his head, owning and controlling him…