With Elise's folds being pressed against her face, her tongue went even deeper. Gabrielle could feel that her mate was being strong...remaining in control. It was something the Veela could only experience through her, as she herself lacked such control. That control began to slip though as the minutes went by...
When the orgasm finally came to her lover, her tongue was sucked deeper into the convulsing pussy into the tight passage of her cervix. Eyes going wide as the stronger muscles clamped down on her tongue, she found herself stuck and immobile as the pussy fluctuated in orgasm. Flailing her arms, she released the strap-on to do so, leaving it buried in Elise's arse.
"Mmmmmrrr," she groaned, her lips literally pressed flat against Elise's pussy.