Autumns lungs ached for more air, and her mind stayed in a panic. Panic, Pain Pleasure it all mixed into the same thing for her. She wiggled against his fingers as they  pressed against her spot not letting up, until she screamed and cam against his hand. He moved his hand from her neck, and she coughed and painted. She couldn't seem to breath enough in fast enough. Her body was desperate for the air making it all the more sweeter. She already had an idea for what she wanted to draw, but she wouldn't move to the sketch pad until after he left.