With her tongue sliding up and down over the shaft and tip, Loli wonders what exactly she's doing, and why Scr-- Master, seems to be enjoying it so much. She'd never tasted anything like it, slightly salty, with a odd pickledness to it, kind of like a strange dish one of the old neighbors would bring over that was from her homeland... overall, though, it wasn't too bad... in fact, the more Loli tasted it, the more she liked it! It wasn't cold like a Freezy-Pop, but the solidness and shape of whatever-it-was kind of made it more fun to try and taste it, tongue washing over it as she sucked upon the slightly larger-than-proportionate member with a growing eagerness. Soon her ministrations take on an almost primal and natural skill, the girl's mind taking a back seat to instinct, simply observing what her mouth does without direction.
Meanwhile, Scritch is wishing he had coaxed her to do this from the beginning, and not merely as foreplay before dinner. Teeth grit and eyes half-closed, not wanting to peel them from the sight of his little Piggy's expert cocksucking, but fighting their desire to roll back and close off the visual sensations to allow only the feelings from down below into his consciousness.
