Rajani gave a short, soft whine as she felt the mistress come all over her face, a shiver of thrill chasing down her spine that caused her hands to grip Maia's thighs lightly, nails pressing the skin. Maia continued to hold her in place, so Janie stayed as she was obviously intended, her mouth continuing to occupy itself with the fascination of the woman's sex. Rather than attempting anything like cleanliness - certainly not an option now regardless - she rather reveled in the mess that had been made of her for her mistress' enjoyment. She swept the tip of her nose between the folds of Maia's labia, lips caressing the swollen rim of one side, and then the other, sucking firmly over the bead of Maia's clit, and licking the juices she could from the smear at her face with sweeps of her pink tongue.
Every last quiver of pleasure, every twinge and flush, she lavished adoration over Maia until she was bidden otherwise. "Thank you, mistress," she murmured whisper-soft, letting every shape of her lips to make the word play against the woman's slippery cunt.