Lisa's own noises are animalistic enough, but there's nothing small about them. When she's had enough of the attentions to her throat, or rather, when that combined with attentions between her legs have driven her almost to the breaking point, she releases Minnie's arms.
Controlling her breathing, she cradles Minnie's face in both hands, moving in close, even as she bucks her hips as surely as if she were penetrating her. Her eyes are gleaming, almost literally, with the rush of the energy.
"Tell me who your mistress is." She purrs the words, but with the weight of stone, as she amplifies the vibrations. The intensity makes her want to cry out, but she holds her own cries of pleasure back until she gets her answer.
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