She manages to stop panting long enough to grin, "Why the fuck am I not using one of them then?" The breathless laugh echos in the small room as her mop of curly hair moves over her face , she tries to blow the strand of hair out of her face.  "I.." She swallows hard.<br/><br/>Her desire to get off is starting to rise over the mental image of whom she is with. Cyrine had a day full of comming close..with no release.  She needed something, and fast.  She pushes her free hand in to Torins chest, "This didn't happen."<br/>She then goes to remove her clingy boy-cut underwear, and reclines again on the crate.  She takes his hand, drags two of his fingers in to her mouth, wetting them sufficiently , and proceeds to guide them up and into her.<br/><br/>She winces at first, the larger digits bigger then what she is used to, but slowly the minimal pain fades and starts to slowly burn in to a slightly pleasurable sensation.  She grasps the back of Torins neck, digging her nails in deeply before she hisses between clenched teeth. "Keep talking.."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>