Lisle was awash in sensation.  Her breasts burned from the friction of Gerlinde's.  Her pussy strained and swallowed around the thick shaft impaling it.  Even her mouth was a mass of nerves as her lips and tongue wet  whatever was near them.<br/><br/>On top of all that, her bottom was sending such strange messages to her brain:  The unfamiliar movement inside, still more pleasurable as Gerlinde pulled back, but oddly anticipatory as it was penetrated; the slight pinch of flesh between those fingers and the cock inside her; the pressure of her own muscles tensing around something larger than she would have believed possible.<br/><br/>Panting whimpers passed her lips, continuing well beyond the explosion of seed into her belly.  All she could do was cling to Gerlinde, breath rasping as the other went into the rigor of ecstasy.