The tongue on her skin flicked on switches in Gerlinde; the nipping snapped the locks on lusts.  The purr that staggered from Lisle kitty was a caress in and of itself - a fuse slithering along her spine, burning a coil in her lower belly, bound about her heart.  And then there were the glances - bright little shocks of Lisle puss' eyes meeting hers, transmitting the surprise and tenderness, the vulnerability and the excitement.<br/><br/>All of these unleashed Gerlinde's passion again, and the stoic sawing of her penis inside Lisle became a vigorous shoving.  She bucked the slab of herself into the clutching hollow, provoking firmer clinging and more frantic squeezes.  Her fingers sought the underside of her driving cock through the partition of tissue, rubbing it with the nervous pulp of Lisle kitty's flesh.  Her thighs skimmed against Lisle puss'; shuddered as they hit; rocked the implanted fingers churning in the amazing strain of Lisle's rear.<br/><br/>Lust leapt up fast.  Gerlinde welcomed it with a grin and a stray lick of Lisle pussy's face.  She had gone through affection, resentment, detachment, dismay and peace.  Now was time to have some fun.  The mischief she had been cultivating by teasing Lisle kitty into the conclusions about her bottom flared into full-blooded playfulness.<br/><br/>Her hair whipped and her breasts swung to clip Lisle's as Gerlinde began to rock herself rapidly.  Lisle kitty's mound took in the impassioned thrusting, denting smoothly and squeezing cream in welcome, and Gerlinde thrilled at the stirring pressure of each impact in that tiny hollow.  All the same, her hand was gentle as it caressed Lisle kitty's clitoris like the head of a pet snake.  Her kisses were kind as they ringed Lisle's mouth.  Her eyes absorbed more than pierced.<br/><br/>They burned all the same.  Her cock was about to pop; her balls brewing with oil fires.  Each breath was ashy, a whine.  She somehow wove words from it while looking into Lisle puss.<br/><br/>"Tongue on mine, Lisle kitty."  Gerlinde urged, squeezing her breasts fiercely against Lisle's and beginning to add a wider grind to the thrust of her hips.  "Moan if it feels nice."<br/><br/>Then she extended her tongue in seeking rather than soft invitation, hunting Lisle's on the rim of her mouth while her hand rocked snug in a trained anus, milling nerves, and her cock's tonnage rose in rapid heaving to crescendo within the tiniest of weeping spaces.