[If he had room in his mouth, he'd beg forgiveness for his own lack of technique - but her reaction helps, urging him to continue.

The taste, to his surprise, isn't as bad as his puritanical mind had imagined. Kind of salty, a little musky? But it makes him mildly annoyed at how pervasive his teachings were, in sowing stigma.

Out of curiosity (and a little rebelliousness), he drags a long, slow lick over her slit, wondering how much of that wetness was her and how much might be him, mingled in there. Then, he gets to massaging her clit with his tongue.]