The woman's tongue, a pink dart, darts out, tracing the length of the man's shaft. She pauses, her eyes meeting his, a silent question hanging in the air. He nods, his breath hitching. She leans in, her lips parting, her tongue flicking out to taste him. She sucks him in, her head moving in a slow, steady rhythm. Her hand joins in, working in tandem with her mouth, her fingers tight around him. The room fills with the sound of her sucking, the wet, slurping noises echoing in the silence. She pulls back, her tongue licking him clean, before diving back in, her pace quickening, her hunger clear.