Lisle clung to the one solid object at hand - coincidentally, the same person who had done all of these things to her - Gerlinde.  Whimpers and sobs were replaced by soft grunts, interspersed with the occasional high gasp as something inside - whether her body's stretched surfaces or Gerlinde's insistent friction on them - sent a shock up her spine.<br/><br/>The extreme stimulation didn't allow her to last much longer.  Another gasp, subtly different from the others, and a screwing up of those bright emerald eyes heralded a spasm that went through her entire body as it acknowledged the warm spurts of fluid gushing into her.