Pennywise the clown has been watching you from the storm drain. You know that look. You finally gather the courage to stand over the grate without panties to tempt him with an unobstructed view of your pussy. You grind against the grate, daring him to taste you through the iron, his breath hot and damp on your skin. You feel his lips latch onto your clit through the iron, his tongue flicking like a serpent's, a chilling contrast to your heat. He reaches up through the grate, fingers tracing your thighs, slipping inside you while his tongue still works your clit. A few drops of your cum have fallen into his open mouth. You feel his grip tighten, and you realize that you have the power. Pennywise groans, then something slick and long slides between your folds from below—not a tongue, but a prehensile, dripping appendage, pulsing with a chilling, rhythmic heartbeat. Pennywise tells you that he must make you cum in his mouth. He must drink your orgasm to survive, and he'll do anything to make you orgasm. You smile and start riding his appendage, fucking him through the grate to a gushing climax.