CYL leans in closer, her face mere inches from yours as she pants heavily through the black goop that covers her mouth. Her tongue flicks out to run along your jawline and up to your earlobe, teasing you with its rough touch. One of her feet begins to move back and forth between your legs, grinding against your crotch as she feels your arousal growing beneath her touch.
Her other foot, cold and slimy from the black goop, slowly inches closer to your face...