It was like a fight between them, a struggle to be on top.  Well, not literally, but the woman was taking it like a champ, and giving just as much.  Elisabeth was enjoying the struggle, especially since she was<em>winning</em>it, least by her rules.  Their mutual thrusts met in the middle with the wild, flaring of her tail to accompany it, and she knew it wouldn't take long at all...<br/><br/>And indeed it didn't, and it went off like a<em>bomb</em>.  The screaming, the seizing, the copious juices... the leather was<em>thoroughly</em>soaked, as was her hand.  She kept it up all throughout, but when it was done she pulled it out quick, and pulled the woman into her grasp.  Unlike last time, this time was because she was literally unable to stand, completely limp and - in her words - 'feeling funny'.<br/><br/>"I'll bet you are; I just fucked the<em>hell</em>out of you kitten..." she muttered, guiding her down to the floor to recover "You have some<em>lungs</em>girl... rather like 'em too."<br/><br/>Glancing at the once virgin telesme... well, perhaps it<em>still</em>was; natural substances, and what was more natural than a lover's lube and quim?  She set it aside, to finish it later herself, and propped Musubi up against the wall, petting her tail with one hand and her ears with the other, letting her rest and recover.  AFter all, when she was recovered enough... well, the older woman had her own 'needs' that needed 'filling'...