Ever studious, Gerlinde was quick to leap on Lisle's error and correct her.  "Correction" came in the form of a soft flick of Lisle's clitoris by a single finger's snap.<br/><br/>"Gerlinde."  Gerlinde corrected.  Her arms tucked closer about Lisle in an embrace of the kitty's flanks.  She wanted to reassure her that she was still held secure; not in any further threat.  "Remember?  End what you say with addressing by name, kitty puss."<br/><br/>The fingers returned to cuddling Lisle's lower belly and moving like silken jellyfish threatening her clitoris' elongating root.  They undulated around the hooded base, Gerlinde seeking out the narrow places and the stiff cylinder of the base to press in uneven rhythm.<br/><br/>"Don't be too scared."  Gerlinde said in a soft, hushing tone.  The rocking of her hips to sit closer brought the pole of her cock against the musk-stained lips, rubbing the plump curves of her frenulum there, the ridge catching on the lower lip, tugging it down.  The urge to explode bloating her shaft receded slightly, enough that she could still speak smoothly.  "Too warm is how kitties should feel.  Lick and nuzzle and feel warmer."<br/><br/>Gerlinde raised a hand to the back of Lisle's neck.  Rubbing the flossy hair there, soothing, she eased Lisle's face down to the underside of her shaft.  Lisle's tongue was led to follow the tacky drizzle, down the tubes that pulsed, loaded with fluid.<br/><br/>"Down there is the frenulum, just under the glans, the head."  Gerlinde purred.  "That's where you can feel all the semen stuffing up, wanting to come out.  It knows what it wants.<br/><br/>"It wants inside you."  Gerlinde's fingers still near Lisle's clitoris began laying lazy strokes around the base, circling close enough to make the organ move and tense.  "What does hearing that - tasting it - make you feel, Lisle pussy?"<br/><br/>