"Oh god, your face is so soft on my nethers," Shepard moaned as she humped Jorge's glorious mustache. He mumbled something in response but she just rode him harder. "No more mandibles sticking in my thigh. Oh god use your tongue." After several seconds with no change she repeated the command. Shepard was not used to people disobeying her orders. Especially when she was sitting on their face.

"Use your tongue," she insisted, grabbing his hair and tugging. Jorge slid a hand under her bum and lifted her a few inches off of him so that he could speak.

"I am using my tongue," he informed her politely.

"Oh."

And then shit got awkward.