The first thing Cyrine feels is the pain. Four fingers, twisting and writhing inside of her . The pain subsides into a heightened  sense of awareness. Every nerve ending feels alive, aflame and begging for more.<br/><br/>Her head is thrown back, her jaw set open in an unnatural position, as deep gasps of air are drawn in to her lungs.  Her nails tighten around the back of Torins neck,holding him to her breast as her hips start to rock involuntarily now.  The slow curling tendrils of desire start exploding one by one, deep inside her stomach , and coursing downwards, expelling a slick jut of fluids as she arches her back and rides wave after wave of pleasure. Etched in to her mind, this is the Captain. These are her fingers, her mouth clinging to her breasts- her frantic fingers digging in to her.<br/>The redheads jaw trembles as her thick curls of hair stick to her sweat slicked face, her ass completely off the crates now as she bares down and continues to ride Torins hand.<br/><br/>After a few moments her body relaxes, her warm innerwalls cease their vice-like grasp on Torins fingers.  An eye cracks open under a tuft of red hair, as she eyes the towering fellow embedded in her. She says nothing.<br/><br/>"Shit.." she swears . Suffice it to say, the release did nothing to sate her appetite.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>