She loved to linger. Here. At the tip of his cock. She couldn’t get enough. She loved the ridge and how her lips stretched as they slid over him. To bathe him with her tongue was her favorite. She would stroke, swirl, twirl, and flick to her heart’s content. Eventually though, kitten licks become lascivious, mewls become moans, and what was once curious becomes commanding. Lust takes over.