Lisle's hips squirmed, grinding her extended clitoris back against those teasing fingers, making more pressure against the opening to her vagina.  "I-I'm making a lot - of c-cream... so - I'm - a g-good k-kitty... Gerlinde..."  The addition of the name was almost forgotten, remembered in a trip of the tongue as Lisle's boiling pelvis lifted and pushed until her face was nuzzled securely against the cock in front of her.