"Don't make me choose," Xanthippe whined, her face wrinkling up for a second because favorites were serious business. Or she was ridiculous, one of those. The finger pushed deeper, then pulled out slowly, trailing upwards and bumping over her clit. It made her hum out a low moan.

"But I like it when you kneel," she said, wetting her lips with the tip of her tongue while her hand spread her slickness over her clit. "When you, like... When I feel your tongue but at the same time you, like, look up at me." She teased the bundle of nerves with two fingers. Made her a little bolder again. "Like you're hungry. Like it's as good as getting to put your dick in me."