The last remnants of Astrid's resistance and decency slowly melt away as your hands and tongue work her ever deeper into a state of desperate arousal. Unable to ask for more with words, she does so with actions, fighting your tongue back into your own mouth and savoring the taste beyond your lips with a rumbling moan. Her hard, swollen nipples feel just about fit to burst, though your skilled fingers always manage to find a bit of give in them, each pinch drawing forth an ecstatic squeak and a needy push of the mortal's mouth against yours.