The two whores shared a look, and then the man gave a shrug, as if to say, 'what else?'  Then he responded, going progressively faster with every stroke until he was speeding along at full force.  To Yifa, it would feel like being fucked like a jac-er, Essence-repeating chisel-hammer.  And yes, it was true that the pleasure he was eliciting from her wasn't as powerful as what the woman had done...but he was making up for it in quantity rather than quality of pleasure.<br/><br/>This much was sure - she was going to be sore in the morning, and walking oddly for at least a little while after all this.  And she still had part of her birthday to go through!