Caius's tongue stayed right where it was, paying attention to the very spot that triggered Anne's orgasmic episode and he did all that while keeping the seal he had made around her pussy so he could receive every bit of pussy juice she had to give.
Anne was hit with so many powerful waves of pleasure thrills that she hung off the sofa's armrest completely and seemed stuck in a state where she lacked strength and had it in abundance simultaneously. She was limp and let the tremors of climax drive through her but her hands were maintaining their grips—on Caius's hair and the sofa's backrest—even harder than ever.
Her lower half was also jerking as she stroked her pussy against Caius's mouth. Despite the positioning of his mouth on her pussy lips, his upper row of teeth was still in contact with Anne's clit. And as the spasms caused her to jerk, she began to rub that tiny bundle of nerves against Caius's teeth, extending the duration of her climax.
"Gods!" She cried out.
