The more Gerlinde sucked, the more she moved, the more Lisle was washed with a storm-swell of sensation.  And bit by bit, that storm-swell eroded the thoughts of future torments until there was only that moment.<br/><br/>That moment stretched longer and longer, and it was feeling as though her clitoris was stretching with it.  It hadn't - that had stabilized, but with the warm wet surrounding all of it, there was no frame of reference.<br/><br/>Her hips bucked, and cream was trickling in a steady stream from her labia - and the moment seemed to be infinite.