He rolls me with a deft flick of his tongue, playful at first, and then he begins to suck in earnest, lips tightly closed, keeping all of my sweet juices that mingle with his saliva. I am trapped tightly between the muscular swell of his tongue and the unyielding roof of his mouth, held, claimed, consumed. With every suck he consumes more of me, and I am a part of him, losing myself, soon to be a mere mouthful of liquid sugar rolling down his throat.