Mira can barely breathe: she arches forward, just a little, desperate and greedy. And there -- somehow the combination of the way Genevieve presses into her, the slight shift of her hips, her tongue against her clit -- hits exactly right to tip her over the edge, and she can feel what feels like her entire body clench hard, shuddering against her. Mira swears into a moan, forgetting to keep quiet, letting her head fall back against the wall.