She moaned out, writhing against him, head fallen backwards, her face contorted with pleasure. She could feel the scratch of lace, silk sliding against her breasts, It was as if he was thrusting into her twice with every movement. He pounded her, pleasure so intense it was nearly pain, and she was powerless to resist, even had she wanted to.<br/><br/>"Roesuriel... oh Roe...." She moaned, gasping sharply as he tapped her, the water a sensual flow over her clit, sensations shooting back into her spine, driving her mad.