She felt something soft and wet rasping against her breast, and looked down to see what Atchmon was doing to her. Rarity locked onto his predatory eyes, while his tongue licked over her mammary, seeing a visible divot form beneath his wet muscle and her soft breast, as he dragged it over her painfully erect teat; bending the protruding charcoal flesh backwards, before watching flick back, resting against his chin. Rarity leaned back and lost herself in the pleasurable rasping sensations of his tongue playing all over her sensitive udders. 