She yelped at the sudden action, the sensation of wet heat against her centre, and instinctively tried to snap her legs closed. A bizarre thought flitted through her mind— why? —before he effortlessly hiked her right leg over his shoulder, burying his face in between her legs, his tongue insistent and slow. It was a new feeling, better than her own rapid circles, which was her preferred method of masturbation. It was efficient. Quick. She could get herself off in less than three minutes that way. 