Leaning forward, he brought our mouths together hungrily, his larger one almost engulfing mine, thick glass lips ringing against my teeth as a liquid tongue pressed inside. He tasted as sweet as he smelled, a sweet burst of cherry on my senses that made me gush arousal around his urgently thrusting fingers. Thankfully, whatever magical anatomy that had kept his tongue contained on my pussy also allowed him to kiss me deeply without drowning me in Chill-Assist.
