I moaned and thrust my hips forward, then moved my hips back so that the fingers would again be touching me. As I think back I am sure he knew I was ...wake...who wouldn't be? But, I continued to play asleep. Somehow the fingers became moist...slippery. And I felt a finger slowly pushed inside me. At first it hurt, but after a couple of breaths I started to enjoy the feeling. Slowly. very slowly the finger began to move in and out. The strokes of the finger became deeper until I knew it. It was infuriating to say the least. While she was capable of running a marathon and fighting those twice her size, one blow to the knee, too much pressure on it could cripple her. And it had taken enough stress. The uneven ground of the forest as she had run had taken its toll. She cried out in pain as she crumpled to the floor, that was it, there was simply no more her body could give, she sprawled to the floor, biting back tears as she landed awkwardly on old bruises. Her strength was gone. “Mmm, yes,” she purred. Then her tongue flicked out.My back arched as her tongue dragged through the folds of my pussy. A slow drag that stimulated my juicy labia. My inner depths clenched at the sensation. I whimpered, my thumbs pressing down hard on my nipples, caressing them, stimulating them.Her tongue reached my clit. She circled it, dancing around it. My thighs tightened about her face, feeling the silk of her hair caressing my sensitive flesh. My body felt so alive, my skin drinking in. He pulls away from her and catches her hands in his. Her mouth is red, her eyes half closed and she looks a little dazed at his swift retreat. Her head tilts to the side, a frown appears on her face, the silent question in her eyes as to why he pulled away from her. After all he had been the one that was the aggressor, not her.“Putting on a show in the living room is one thing,” he murmurs, grinning. “Putting on a show in the doorway is probably not the best of ideas.”Ursula gives an almost.