<strong>F/M Breath control</strong><br/><br/>The only thing that saved her from mind blasting pain was her arousal.  A man grown, much more so than the boy she had taken into her long ago... She felt like she would tear asunder, felt his hard sliding thickness fill her, and pushed back avidly against him.<br/><br/>Thand tangled in her hair pulled and tore, her head strained back, throat bared so openly... and her hair was released, the hand on her hip dug in fingers hard enough to bruise, and fingersof his other hand slid along the side of her neck, to her throat...and seized her, catching her wiind and holding it.  She tried to scream as he drove himself home, a scream that emerged as a soft clicking, choking noise, all she could get past his grip.  She dimly heard him mutter something, didn't understand it, wouldn't have even had it been in English, the loss of her wind was too much of a shock.<br/><br/>She held herself rigid for a moment, then began to move with him, her hips moving freely.. a freedom her lungs just didn't have.<br/><br/>Lungs that were starting to burn.