What Gerlinde was deliberately exploring, Lisle could only guess at.  She could feel the pressure as two fingers tried to make room for a third, but she couldn't judge how much progress had been made.  There was only the thrusting, purposeful and intense.<br/><br/>Wider.<br/><br/>She was sure that those fingers were going deeper as well.  Deeper into the passage that was so recently washed cleaner than it had ever been in her life.  All the while, there was friction in more familiar areas:  Her G-spot thrilled against the width of Gerlinde's cock, and her expanded clit sent electricity from the pressure of their bodies together.  Added to that was this newer friction in that forbidden area.