Poliitoff, a man of few words, communicates his desire with his tongue. His partner, her legs spread wide, shudders as he leans in. His tongue, firm and skilled, traces her pussy lips, parting them to reveal her pink center. He laps at her, his tongue flattening to press against her clit, then curling to dip into her entrance. She writhes, her breath coming in short gasps, her fingers tangling in his hair. He responds to her unspoken commands, his tongue moving faster, harder, until she cries out, her body convulsing in orgasm. He laps up her juices, a satisfied smirk on his face.