A fine mist of pussy juices sprayed from Athenodora's pussy lips, mostly splashing against Caius's jaw. However, a few drops did get into his mouth and while he savored her taste, he mostly reveled in the sound of her cry when his teeth clamped down particularly hard on her clit.
The reaction was uncontrolled, and Caius felt it was the first raw, true expression of pleasure he had ever heard from Athenodora. Yes, she had moaned and groaned so far but it was clear to him that those came from a place of power and control, produced by someone who was indulging in the pleasure but remaining detached enough from it all to retain the initiative. Caius knew this because he himself had been guilty of it with lovers past.
