Phionna moos lewdly as she flops onto her rear and arches her back. Bucking the air as the sailor presses against her G Spot. With only a few clenches he is swallowed deeper through her ridged love cavern until he presses against Phionna's quivering cervix. It yawns open slowly to accept her willing meal as she huffs softly, massaging her gurgling breasts in complete bliss.<br/><br/>What awaits the final man is a calm undulating chamber. Phionna's most intimate sanctum. No juices were there to digest him. Just her soothing heartbeat and the gentle kneading of her motherly womb.