There was nothing else anymore, only his mouth, his lips, his tongue, any lingering concerns that Wanda may have had about doing this having been washed cleanly away by the spread of pleasure he was giving her. He was playing her body like an instrument, her toes curling when he hit upon a particularly good note, and what had begun as a slow build low in her abdomen quickly threatened to overtake her. "Nnn, just... just..." she tried to get out, her words failing her spectacular.

Just like that.