hands and fingers and mouths and cocks and ass and p**sy walls all worked in concert until everything was just a pink and red void , panting breath and hot , wet flesh and a gritty , guttural groan of f**king and being f**ked , of having her body pushed to its sensual limits and over the line , of crossing something that expunged all worry , all fear , all timid nature into a ball of greedy desire and lust and - dylan .