A few more prods send her over the edge and her walls block you off as every muscle in her crotch flexes. You circle the tense hole a bit, no longer able to push your tongue past her resistance. You braced for more vocals, but they never come. Instead a prismatic fluttering catches your attention. Her dock was having some sort of seizure; the colors of her tail blending in a blur of movement. The affects of her orgasm were too distracting and you’re suddenly overwhelmed with her demanding movements. You struggle to keep your position as she grinds desperately against your mouth, her powerful winks drawing stimulation that prolonged her release. Her musky smell intensifies and gives you more incentive to give her what she wants. 