The words were hypnotic, reminding her of what she had seen, what she had imagined.  Panting curls of breath wreathed Gerlinde's fingers, occasionally joined by a wet tonguetip as Lisle wet her lips.  None of it was intentional, but all of it was being seared slowly into her mind.<br/><br/>And then, like a brand, Gerlinde's lips closed around her engorged and extended clitoris.  Lisle's back arched and a hiss of breath filled her lungs.  If this was how it felt to be inside someone...<br/><br/>It was simultaneously dizzying and clarifying.  Even though there was no seed trying to force its way out of her, she could feel the heat rushing from root to tip.  Even though she had no balls to tense, she felt a clutching in her pussy.  The high, mewling sounds that had made Gerlinde so happy before rose unbidden as the thousands of extra nerve endings all fired at once.