"Hah...Ooh...Ah...Mmmph..." She sighed breathily at his touch, then those sighs soon turned to mewls, and those mewls turned to deep, throaty moans as a second intruder entered her. Both working together to stroke her innermost sanctum in a steadily rhythm of in and out, while a light pressure stayed ever present beyond her entrance. Rarity knew it was Atchmon's big, powerful hand that was waiting just beyond her entrance. She wanted him to push further in, to touch her very soul with the instrument he was using to bring so much pleasure to her. 