The taste of precome has her humming around him, swallowing it down as if he were producing the finest vintage for her to enjoy. It was right that she swallow him down like this, be used for his pleasure. That was why he had claimed her, at least in part. She moaned eagerly for him to finish, for him to keep going. Her mind was wrecked with all the needs she had conflicting in her, and not a single thought for anything not involved with sex.