Our lips touched. A soft sensation, like kissing pudding, spread across my lips.
*Slither…*
?!
Something unfamiliar was trying to invade my mouth.
*Slither!*
?!
It was her tongue!
Ana-san's tongue pushed open my lips and entered my mouth.
Wine overflowed from the gap between our lips and dripped down my chin to my neck.
Ana-san moved her lips, perhaps to keep from spilling more wine.
*Mmmnn…*
Our lips pressed firmly together, then slowly returned to their original shape.
Saliva and wine wet our lips, blurring the outline of our mouths.
The elasticity repeated again and again.
Ana-san's lips returned to shape faster than mine. Her lips must be softer. They pressed against my firmer lips as if urging them along.
And before I could savor the aftertaste, her tongue forcefully invaded my mouth once more.
*Chupa.*
*Slurp…*
*Slither…*
My tongue reflexively reached out to meet hers. It was an irresistible reaction, like unconsciously licking the dentist's finger.
