Taste assaulted Gina’s tongue and mind. Joy tortured her senses, so her skin crawled with pleasure. She rolled about wagging her tongue in an attempt to loose the blade of grass, but a stronger impulse grabbed it back up.
She complied. Lying on the ground, she giggled. Gina stopped, so she might listen to this sound she made, but realized she could not hear the sound when it was not there.