Brit continues to grind against Mordred's face, grunting as she feels his tongue filling her even more than before. Tossing her head back, she groans loudly with delight as the tentacles encircle her breasts, squeezing at them brutishly. She gasps in ecstasy, her hips starting to buck wildly as her inner walls clench around his tongue. "More!" she yells. "Mooooore!"