Those fingers, her fingers, the woman at her back, soon dipped into the valley between her legs, passing so cruelly over her throbbing clit without so much as a gentle rub, and instead explored along her moist and dripping folds, teasing her, opening her to the hot suffocating air around them, forcing that terrible agony, that ache of painful lust, to suffuse her body and steal away her breath. Her belly clenched, and pressure built right there, an ominous sense of being to full, so full of... of something all the while remaining so horribly empty.