The moment seems infinite for Gerlinde as well - as boundless as the stretching of Lisle kitty's heaving clitoris - all the details boundless, tumid: The panting of breath that plastered creamy scent down Gerlinde's throat, the tug of actual salty tastes from the silken skin so infused with them, the shudders, the eight thousand nerve endings all licked individually and licked at once, the feel of Lisle puss' soft nudity and of her own on all fours, the weep from her pussy as tight as a velvet fist, the movement, the fierce emulation of fucking.<br/><br/>Then the moment is over for her, punctured by the fat urgency of her aching penis, and she is atop Lisle kitty - her sore breasts smothering Lisle kitty's racing heartbeat in crushed mountains, hands grabbing tight hair and sopping Lisle kitty pussy, mouth descending.  Gerlinde hardly knows how she got there.  She knows only that she has to be there; has to be bearing down on the kitty, holding kitty's vagina open and raw and wide, and putting her penis' head there.<br/><br/>Gerlinde kisses.  Her mouth is wild with width, and it closes again and again on Lisle kitty's, drawing thirsty as the glue of Lisle kitty's vagina juices fuse their lips.  Her bulging glans stoppers the hole of Lisle kitty's pussy, clotting that weep and forcing it to grip hysterically.  She shoves in words between dives of her tongue.<br/><br/>"Now you<em>know</em>."  The sentence is snapped off with a gasp.  Nipples rake.  Glans flesh gouges, rubbing like a barbell trying to enter a rosebud.  There is no distance between the green eyes and the eyes of electric fire.<br/><br/>If Gerlinde could think, she would think that this is right.  This is as things should be.  This is how she is meant to feel, forever.<br/><br/>She can't think.  Where there was once thinking, there is only rutting.  She ruts, grinding into Lisle's socket to loosen and tease with a cock head soaked with her own nectar.<br/><br/>"You know how I<em>feel</em>.  How<em>wonderful </em>I feel."  Gerlinde licks inside kitty's mouth.  She pulverizes kitty's breasts with hers.  She hints at penetration, hunching against the tiny opening.  Her balls, fist thick, hit Lisle kitty's anus, winning a throaty gasp from her.  "Down there...<br/><br/>"And here."  Her hand slides between the fusion of their bodies to cup Lisle kitty's heart.<br/><br/>She moans a kiss into Lisle kitty's mouth - an open-eye kiss, stirred by the smooth slide of her belly back and forth on Lisle puss' clitoris as her cock continues to prod.<br/><br/>"And how...when I feel you bare and close."<br/><br/>Her hips tense to leather; they begin to screw in.  Elastic petals part fit to tear.  Her hand slides down to that opening.<br/><br/>"When I smell you...smell you moistening..."<br/><br/>Her hips go rock hard; they begin to push the flared head in.  Elastic convulses, caves, yields.  Her hand slides down lower, touching Lisle kitty's bottom hole.<br/><br/>"I need to go<em>inside</em>."  Gerlinde's eyes flash in the eyes lash-distance below.  Her hips swing forward firmly.  Elastic turns to a panic of wet silk swallowing a huge knob of flesh.  Her finger enters the ring of Lisle kitty's anus, sliding the oily line of heavy nectar to fit up to the knuckle and churn.<br/><br/>Gerlinde gasps.  Her eyes flutter.  Her belly is bending Lisle kitty's clitoris double, and her finger's tip is inside a fiercely tight little anus, and there is no room in the swollen burn of her breasts to breathe.  And it feels perfect.  Perfect, because her cock has cleaved into Lisle puss and that soaked, swollen sheath is gnashing around the whole of her glans.<br/><br/>She is inside.<br/><br/>"Understand...Lisle kitty?"