She felt almost like drifting. Hovering weightlessly in her own dimension of mindless pleasure. And it felt so even though the girl wasn't doing it quite right yet. Her eager tongue often slipped off the best spots, or simply worked too lightly when in position. Still it definitely was good enough to keep up a level of excitement that was further fuelled by that unparalleled enthusiasm. Muffled sounds of ecstatic joy came from down there, clearly indicating the excitement the girl felt about doing what she did. That part of it clearly was in order.
And that was a major part of it too. She needed to know that she was desired so passionately. That her young partner apparently would do anything to be able to please her. It was as important as the pleasure itself, such a thrilling notion that
