Crying out in dismay as he pulls his fingers from her, Brit coos as his tongue begins to fill her instead. Her mind doesn't really register the fact that Mordred's tongue is now deeply buried within her, further than any human tongue can go. All she knows is that whatever he's doing feels heavenly. As he grasps her bottom, she slides her other leg onto his shoulder, her hands gripping the seat tightly. Grinding her hips into his face, she gasps and groans as he continues to work her over.