Nastya's tongue, a sinuous serpent, lashes out, tasting, teasing, taunting. She paints paths of saliva across taut skin, her tongue delving into every crevice, every fold. She worships at the altar of their body, her tongue a fervent prayer, a lewd litany. She takes their cock deep into her mouth, her tongue dancing a wicked jig against the sensitive underside, coaxing moans and groans from their lips. Semen mixes with saliva, coating her tongue, dripping from her chin, as she tongues them to the brink of ecstasy, and then beyond.