I sucked. The Tongue Mastery — every muscle, every movement, every millimeter — found her. The wine and her juices mixed on my tongue, the flavor complex, the alcohol sharp, the sweetness natural. I sucked her clitoris — the Pleasure Mapping had found it, a larger pearl than Mirra's, more prominent, more sensitive — and the Touch Amplification turned the contact into a detonation.
"KUAAAANGH—!!"
Her back arched. Her hands found my head. Her thighs clamped around my ears. The sound she made was not a moan — it was a scream, the sound of a woman whose body had been detonated by a mouth that knew exactly where to touch and how hard to press and how fast to move.
