gods help her but he know what he was doing!  she didn't -want- to like it, but how could she not?  Soon all the frustration and angst was forgotten, and all she could think was how good it felt, the placement of his tongue, as if he knew her secret intimate self deeply.  As she felt that second finger sliding in she moaned loudly, her back door closing tightly around that toy, which at the moment was far more pleasurable than not.  she realized even then that some part of her wanted more, wanted to feel the shaft she'd been so recently sucking plunging into her.<br/><br/>she gasped against the tousled sheets, moaning wildly as his fingers found her g-spot, that special gathering of nerves that made even the slightest touch a sensual delight.  "Oh god..." she moaned out, unable to help it, her hips wriggling slightly, hands struggling to keep her cheeks spread as he'd demanded she do.  "there..there..  oh god!" she squeaked, one lap, another, and oh sweet release.  she writhed then, hips wriggling as she dripped all over his waiting tongue, her inner walls clinging tightly to those plunging fingers.  her hips worked, as if she were riding those fingers, guiding that tongue, and she moaned out loudly.