She made it wet, oh so very wet. Her lips, glistening and eager, descended upon him, engulfing his stiffness with a hunger that was almost primal. She was a master of her craft, her tongue dancing, swirling, and teasing, drawing out moans that echoed through the room. Her hands, firm and confident, guided him deeper, her throat relaxing, accepting every inch. She was insatiable, her appetite for him insatiable, her desire to make him wet, insatiable.