Probably ... better fake it.

You pull her hands away, though it take a little more effort than you'd thought. "Ma'am," you say with a false confidence. "Let me treat you like a lady should," you grin at your own witty remark.

Turning the squaw around, you ease her to her bed and run your hand down her body. Her skin isn't soft like a whore's but it isn't rough like a man's. Your hand follows her contour, around her full breasts and down. Your fingers trace the slight valleys of her abdominals, and down to her sex. Swollen and smelly, you caress her petals, then lower your face to them.

She gasps and moans as you blow a soft breath over her mound, pushing her thighs open a little more so you can get a better purchase. You nuzzle it, brushing your nose up her slit and she moans. "Ahh ... that's ... ahh ... good ... but I ... I want more ..." she gasps.

Without hesitation, you stick out your tongue and run it up her slit, softly at first, then more firmly. You start to lap at her pussy, and you can hear her gasping, panting as you increase your speed. You pull her open and dip your tongue deeply inside. The squaw makes a brief but piercing shriek as the tip of your tongue brushes up against her clit.