<strong>F/M  Breath control</strong><br/><br/>AIR!  blessed sweet air, it whooped into her lungs, heaving frantic lungs.  And freed of that aching need, her mind whirled and danced in the grip of another need a need that was being filled, oh yes, as she was filled. Eyes rollling back in  her head, animalistic sounds of pleasre coming from her throat - the feel on his fingers there, more promise of a threat than an actual threat, it all blended and wove together.<br/><br/>This was not at all the gentle attention she had dreamed of, this was animal rutting.<br/><br/>And she didn't care.  People watching, pretending not to watch, too drunk to notice, whether onlookers thought her a boy or a girl, it didn't matter.<br/><br/>Not now, her peak approached, she trembled on her edge, and went over, stiffening, every muscle locking tight except for those driving her hips against him... and she locked around the member inside her, and collapsed bonelessly onto the rim of the fountain.  Not quite passing out, but with no control at all of her body.