<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/43/c9/48/43c948cf0b58d06216639103d490754d.jpg)</div>A tipping point was reached.   She had pushed him over the limit.   The suddenness of  how she is rolled onto her back.  The way his hands seem to multiply shocked her.  She could not respond to his words or give voice to how it is overwhelming her.   As he presses a kiss and his tongue invades.   Hand gropes a breast,  the other one now teasing the folds of her sex.  Spreading her sex and pushing  two fingers into her.<br/><br/>So good has her deception,  how deep she had gone into the role.   Now because of such she is about to fornicate  off the side of the road under a wagon while it is raining.  While a couple that is right above them had just finished.   If she could laugh she would at that moment.   But she couold not as she kissed Hellhound back, her tongue seeking his.<br/><br/>The more passion of arousal that courses through her.   And it is rising to a level she has never felt.   A halo like is forming around her.  A soft, faint glow that is spreading out.