That tongue--hot and wet, firmer and wider than any human tongue, but flatter and stronger as well--is so foreign and sexy. She wonders, briefly, if she's doing anything wrong. Surely this isn't wrong--these are good people! But they are part wolf, really...and then Monkling's tongue hits Chihiro's clit, and the petite woman shoves all of her more rational thoughts aside in favor of the alcohol releasing her from her inhibitions. When Monkling's tongue penetrates her, Chihiro loses herself in pleasure, threading her hands behind Monkling's head to keep the delicious futanari furry in place. She can't help but let her fingertips stroke Monkling's ears as well--a brief and odd urge to satisfy.<br/><br/>When she sees Stone sitting on the coffee table, Chihiro notices that he's already getting hard. She's shocked, almost, but then again, she has no idea how fast anthro men recover. And she's too drunk to care. She groans and demands, "Oh, more, Monkling. Your tongue is perfect--making me wetter than I've ever been in my life!"