Shifting pace slightly, Torin slid a third finger into Cyrine's sex, inserting his digits deep into her as he returns to rhythmically rubbing her g-spot. She was close . . . that much was abundantly clear. He was just glad she was overlooking his gender for the time-being, and focusing on her own pleasure, rather than who her unlikely partner just-so-happened to be.<br/><br/>Moving faster and more aggressively, he tweaked her nipple with his teeth, as he located her clit with his thumb, adding another digit to his efforts to get her off.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>