Rarity's body shuddered, while her stomach convulsed with each ministration acted upon her teats. The pleasant buzzing and tingling sensations his tongue was giving her just didn't stop; until Atchmon moved to lay next to Rarity and caressed his hand over her chest, and down her belly, before stopping to rub her pert teats once more; then continued to trail his digits down to her wet and waiting nethers. 