That nod was enough to send Gerlinde into ecstasy.  Lisle kitty understood.  She understood the ache now.  She understood the need.  Just like she would now and forever understand what it was to be subject to it.<br/><br/>The 'now' took over.  Forever was inseparable from it.  Inside Lisle puss' clasping body, there was only the thrilling continuity of the act and the urgency inspiring its motions.  In all the ways she pierced Lisle kitty, Gerlinde bore down, drew back in savor, plunged deep into yielding again.<br/><br/>Her finger stroked tidally in the covetous fever of Lisle kitty's anus, caressing the tender partition of tissue.  Her tongue teased over the sweep of Lisle kitty's from her open, slow kisses.  Her penis slid in and out of the impossibility of tightness that was Lisle kitty's vagina - that space that seemed not to exist until she carved it open and found it wet, burning, clutching in welcome.  Her eyes shot deep into green, moist answer.  Her hips felt beautifully smooth as they tensed and relaxed, spearing her broad cock's veined length into Lisle kitty, slapping against her own embedded finger with her bloated testicles.  Everything felt beautiful and smooth.<br/><br/>The friction sparked along the busy length of the penetration.  It brought smoke into Gerlinde's lungs.  She sent it into Lisle's throat with her kisses.  She felt it rumble against the outside of her compressed breasts' scalding sensitivity as it filled Lisle.  She dug for it with her finger - not too deep; she didn't need to dig deep to feel that Lisle's tiny hole was surrendering there.<br/><br/>Gerlinde sawed and pushed until her breath caught in the wires of heat rising up through her from her testicles.  Her prostate felt like a firecracker about to run out of fuse.  She broke the furnace circuit of their kiss - pet the side of Lisle kitty's face with a handful of hair; pet the spongy quaking of Lisle kitty's rectum.<br/><br/>"You...understand...why..."<br/><br/>She had to switch positions.  'Forever' was coming to its eruptive end.  Gerlinde took a deep breath.<br/><br/>Then she moved Lisle pussy - she used her hand to tilt Lisle kitty onto her side.  Now Gerlinde's cock was pistoning steady and in heaving pulses along a fresh angle.  It was tighter this way.  Tighter was good.<br/><br/>With Lisle kitty on her side and Gerlinde raised up erect over her, Gerlinde stroked in and out of that tightening flex, cock massaging the muscle around that seemed about to crack from all the heat.  She looked down, glancing at the flop of Lisle kitty's clitoris before returning to her eyes.<br/><br/>"You...know...why...I...need..."<br/><br/>Gerlinde grunted; she bore down on her prostate, forcing it not to explode.  Whipping her head back, she began sliding faster, using the motion to abate the clotting feeling of semen behind the timber of her cock.  Quicksilver was trying to geyser through solid wood; Gerlinde couldn't let it yet.  Not when there was more to savor.<br/><br/>"...why...I need...you to...put me...inside...whenever...you see...me....<em>hard</em>."<br/><br/>Minutes were spent on penetration and penetration alone: Glare.  Cock.  Finger.  All lancing into Lisle kitty and quaking to drive deeper in climax whenever Lisle kitty's sounds touched her ears.<br/><br/>And then climax reached its hot, sticky fingers to almost touch inevitability.  And then Gerlinde shifted Lisle kitty again.  And she turned Lisle kitty's legs around her waist, and lifted the girl up to ride her, breast to breast, chin to chin.<br/><br/>She pounded up into Lisle kitty, pounding in her demand, giving it the form of instruction with her words.<br/><br/>"Whenever you see...me hard..."<br/><br/>Gerlinde's glans felt big and red and tender as a tomato.  She knocked it against Lisle kitty's womb.  She stroked her shaft through Lisle kitty's bottom hole.<br/><br/>"...I need you...to put me..."<br/><br/>She bounced her fast and fused their bodies tight, so that the impacts just rubbed Lisle kitty against her in a fever.<br/><br/>"<em>Inside</em>."<br/><br/>Gerlinde began arching up, trying to staple this instruction - this primal fact; this urge - into Lisle kitty.  Trying to impale her on it.  There felt like no way for Lisle kitty to stretch more.  She was so much storm and wet and straining silk in Gerlinde's arms and around Gerlinde's cock and finger.<br/><br/>It made Gerlinde drive firmer.<br/><br/>"<em>Understand</em>?"