And when Lisle kitty moans, Gerlinde's unleashed passion is goaded.<br/><br/>This is it.  She thinks.  That kitty is going to get it.<br/><br/>And while viler intentions for Lisle pussy flit briefly across her imagination - visions of Lisle puss plugged with a ripe, fat, leather bolt in her bottom; of Lisle puss quaking as anal beads pulled loose of her bottom; of Lisle kitty writhing on a fist - Gerlinde drove into the passion at hand.  There was no holding back now, no savoring.  Even delicacy could scarce survive - only Lisle kitty's gaping bottom enjoying any mercy, with its stiff silk being vigorously but tenderly rubbed, made to melt rather than crushed into yielding.  Gerlinde churned that penetration, moving the thick fingers in generous grinding, drilling out the interior of its impossibly widened hole.  But her hips, she let do as wildness wanted.<br/><br/>She bucked into Lisle kitty, panted and lanced.  She lapped at the sensitive little tongue, trying to cull moans out.  She ground her vast breasts, enough to smother kitty's more slender chest, in ripe warmth against her.<br/><br/>And she thrilled.  This was delightfully free of worry, free of restraint, free in spirit.  Lisle kitty may be bound to serve, Gerlinde thought, but she felt liberated.  And by the sounds of it, Lisle kitty was enjoying a certain carnal liberation herself.<br/><br/>Gerlinde moaned her approval.  She murmured it and squeaked and moaned it.  She sought answer by pounding the big trunk of her penis up into Lisle kitty's seizing interior.  Fingers stroked the long, gristly tongue of Lisle kitty's clitoris in a rhythm, as though compelling it to speak too.  The strikes ran a rich resonance all through Lisle kitty's womb and vagina.<br/><br/>Finally that resonance overflowed.  Gerlinde gasped, sucked breath.  She was struck for a moment with the image of a glass shattering by sound alone.<br/><br/>Then her cock bloated like a standpipe.  The veins on it banged to their broadest, hottest width and seethed to sear into the clinging around.  The head dug to impale and plant itself.  The balls clenched fit to crack.<br/><br/>And Gerlinde grasped again, her breasts shaking on Lisle kitty's as she pumped another feast of seed into Lisle puss, coaxing out longer and thicker volumes of the caulky spend with pushes of her fingers inside kitty's rectum, until womb soaked and sheath quaked and sperm ran from the raw slice of the mewling kitty's pussy.