oh what a Fuck

His tongue probed upward, and in. There was a muffled, agreeable grunt, as he tasted her pussy-cider: a pungent blend of juice, urine and sweat. She ground down, rotating her hips; he relaxed. She reached around and laced her fingers around the back of his neck and held him snug. Then she slid forward and her clitoris sprung up over his nose like a gopher on groundhog day. She held on for the ride.