She suddenly took her tongue out (tracing your lips as she did), and flashed that creepy little grin you were always a sucker for. Your hands let go of her ass.
"You already know, don't you? Work for it. Adore me. Worship me. Make me wish I couldn't live without you. Then I'll decide if you'll ever get to touch me again."
You nodded. She lifted herself off of your crotch, and shuffled herself forwards, until you had to look up and past her breasts to match her glare.
She grinned again, and planted herself on your face. At once, you began to plant kisses on her vulva, then licked her. Tracing around her lips, and ever so gently sucking on her clitoris. You didn't dare try to grab her ass again, even if she was distracted by the passion you eagerly showered her in. You knew better than to act so callously or even ask. If she wanted you to massage her, then she'd say so.
"Mmm. Touch me more…!"
With pleasure, you thought. A finger quickly went into your mouth, covered in spit, and she didn't notice that you immediately retracted it. Your hands squeezed and kneaded her cheeks, and she fought back a squeal. You continued to lap at her, and she shut her eyes, trying to focus on the pleasure, hoping to freeze this memory forever.
Your wet finger rubbed her asshole, and slowly pushed its way inside. Her eyelids snapped open, and she let out a moan.
"You...oh, you dirty...oh~"