Gerald finally freed Weggie's lips as her hips hit repeatedly as if every movement was meant to break his steering fingers. The dampness of the passage, as well as the slowly narrowing walls, gave him a sign that she was finally about to give up.
Now he looked at her looking up while panting, looking for air that even he could easily get. However, the electric current due to the cork in her knob seemed to weaken the operation of her lungs, making it difficult for her to breathe.
"Be-Beary," she moaned in shaking, helping him to shovel her moist lips while moving against him.
"Yes, dear," he whispered. "Now call my name as often as you can," he continued, moving slower. "The faster and the more you call me, the faster and the sooner you will get it. Do you understand what I mean?"
