"Oh, Ulysses..." Sybil found herself softly whimpering, spilling a moan of his name as his pink muscle teased and tormented her. Her gaze clouded by the aching bliss she felt, lust overcoming her as her eyes rolled back for a moment as his tongue picked up pace. He certainly knew ow to devour her properly already with ease, leaving her moaning a soft, sweet symphony for him and him alone.