Janette was doing her best to hold back as much as she possibly could. Everything in her wanted to let it go, except her will. In a way, she was afraid that as soon as she would let it all out that it would end, or at least diminish. But she didn't understand what was driving her on either. Just then Molly changed things up and repositioned herself and clasped her mouth and slid her tongue between her velvety lips and curled it around her clit. She was slowly circling it with the tip of her tongue, gently caressing it with the tip of her tongue. First on one side then the other. Janette's responded as Molly moved and pulsed her tongue. Janette reached out to grip something but with being on the tile floor all there was to grip was herself or Molly. So she reached down and gripped Molly's breasts. And as Molly pulsed her tongue Janette gripped her tighter, sending them both into a new height of pleasure each demanding more out of the other.