The moment ended in an explosion of movement.  Lisle was bow-string tight when Gerlinde finally snapped and turned from a source of warm suction to a driving piston.  She cried out once in surprise before her mouth was covered with her own scent and taste, before the steel-bright eyes have hers trapped.<br/><br/>The piston pressed harder, stretching walls that would never be accustomed to its size.  Lisle feels a strange flip-flop as the memory of the suckling of her clit superimposes over her pussy sucking at Gerlinde's cock.<br/><br/><em>Inside.</em><br/><br/>Another pressure - this time where the enema bottle had invaded her, lubricated this time with the trickling of her own juices.  A soft whimper entered Gerlinde's mouth as Lisle remembered that event.<br/><br/><em>Inside.</em><br/><br/>She felt the thin layer of tissue pressed between finger and cock, the wet intrusion of Gerlinde's mouth on hers.  No part of her was safe from invasion.<br/><br/><em>Do you understand?</em><br/><br/>Lisle managed a nod.  She couldn't speak through the kisses.  She couldn't speak through the sensation of being stretched over that thick rod.  She couldn't speak through the disturbingly intense feeling of having Gerlinde's finger buried inside her.