"There you go!" she encouraged as her legs were forced up, and her butt was again speared by the forked tongue. "Yeesss........."<br/><br/>The feathering was interesting, but it was the repeated, forceful tonguing that really made her squirm.  She kept trying to push her closer, grind against the lips, squeezing her tit as she did so, making all sorts of delightful sounds as that tonguing persisted.  It was probably the tongue the most, but the additional force on her clit and lips...<br/><br/>"Yes!  Fuck yes!" the more she tongue-fucked her ass, the more she writhed and squirmed, trying to push her harder to herself. "Yes, YES!"<br/><br/>With so much effort - and because fuck not cumming; she was getting there one way or another! - it wasn't terribly long before Velma's back arched and her body began to shake, her ass tightening up along that tongue that she prayed would keep pleasuring her one way or another.  She gushed and flooded softly, strangely quiet despite her previous moans, growls, and screams, but no less was her pleasure than it looked, her body collapsing in what could better be compared to a heap when she finally came down, breathing heavily, a tad sweaty from it...<br/><br/>But at least the 'urges' were no longer a concern...<br/><br/>"Oh... Bahamut's platinum whiskers that was good..." she managed, all smiles, sighs, and with a desire to cuddle. "You're gonna have to... explain that one..."