Miaren doesn't want for it to feel good.  She doesn't want to 'obey'.  She is so much of a free spirit that the very concept of blind obedience chafes.  Still, the thrusting of her hips and Fern's fingers, combined with the bobbing of the long plug is stirring her intimate regions like a cauldron, ready to boil over.<br/><br/>And boil over, it eventually does.  The swollen feeling grows more intense as her lower lips tighten around Fern's fingers in a series of bucks and pulses that resonate in her stuffed rear end.  A cry bubbles out of her lips, and even the mental link is not immune.<br/><br/><em>F-Fern!</em>