Kassandra wasn’t always the best student. She was a chronic procrastinator, usually did little more than the bare minimum, and was absolutely terrible at managing deadlines. But today she felt strangely motivated to get to work on her essay about human technology. Maybe it was the extra shot of caffeine she’d taken that morning. Maybe it was April’s face being squeezed between her thighs. Or maybe the good weather just had her in a nice mood.

“Alright, that’s the second page finished! And I’ve got my sources cited and everything. You good down there?” April didn’t stop licking for a second, she just gave a thumbs up. “Awesome. You know, I think this study habit actually works for me.”

April could generally hear well enough to figure out what was being said, but she didn’t really care that much. She was going all out on the alien pussy in front of her. She had no hesitation with getting her tongue deep in the folds and using all the skills at her disposal to make her housemate feel incredible. Sometimes April wondered if the remarkably similar alien biology was partially a trick of Kassandra’s to make her feel more acquainted. But this wasn’t a time she was wondering.

Kassandra shifted her posture, sinking down further onto April’s face. She gave her thighs a squeeze, arching her back as she relished in the sensation. “Yeah that’s the spot, keep going. So if I’m reading this right, you humans first got to space with… liquid oxygen? I guess that works, even if it’s a little unconventional. Your species really has a knack for being weirdly talented at the dumbest things, you know that?”

Her words fell on inattentive ears as April started sucking on Kassandra’s clit. She didn’t know how, but breathing wasn’t an issue, allowing her to stay under for as long as she wanted. In a sense April found that actually took away from the appeal, since muff diving and finding the best spot to breath were intrinsically connected to her. But on the other hand, it let her experience true facesitting without needing to worry about proper logistics. Her neck was comfortable, her mouth never needed a fresh sip of water, and no matter how hard the thighs at her ears squeezed together she was only encouraged to go harder.