Struggle, then comply

The first impulse you have as you regain your senses is to try and squirm your way out of this, but the thighs firmly squeezing your ears put an end to that quickly. Your second reaction is to use your hands to push her ass off of her face. You struggle to even manage to move her and inch, before she gets tired of your efforts, and pins your hands just outside of her thighs with her own. The hand-holding might have been romantic in any other situation, or if you had enough oxygen going to your brain to understand what was going on.

Tired of waiting, Sarah begins to grind herself on your nose, mouth, and chin. With no other route forward, you open your mouth and extend your tongue.

Your history with oral sex included exactly one blowjob that listed fifteen seconds with a high school boyfriend, and since none of your previous boyfriends had thought it worthwhile to go down on you, you had literally no clue what you were doing.

You gave a hesitant lick of the slit glued to your mouth, and had to **** yourself not to gag on the copious, salty, watery liquids leaking out. You did your best not to think about who you were trying to pleasure, or what you were consuming in the attempt, as you continued licking for all you were worth.