...y reacting to the pleasure on reflex, her pelvis eager to have his tongue inside of her. She was only vaguely aware of her actions among the heavy cloud of emotions and pleasure swirling through her head. Her lips opened a little and formed around a moan. Silence was quickly growing less of a concern as pleasure began its slow build inside of her.
The tongue slipped into her, partly due to her pushing the dog Pokemon's face against her moist slit, and his nose just happened to be positioned so that it pressed to her clitoris. "Yes," she shuddered as her free hand roamed upward, fingertips dancing along her stomach on the way upward until it came to the plain white bra. It wasn't a matter of knowledge or experience, it was just something she felt was right. When the fingers slithered in under the garb and brushed her nipple, the gasp told her that she wasn't wrong on it. Under the pressure of his tongue sinking deeper into her and the nose pressed hard to her clit, her hips began to buck a little, and she wondered just how long she could keep it up. Something primal was boiling up inside of her, and it seemed magical. No amount of shower-time fingering could match this.
His breath was ragged and hot as it radiated outward all along her pelvis, providing a start contrast to the cool air in the room. The conflicting ...