She pulled, pulled, pulled me into her one deep draw at a time, like I was a cigarette she was smoking down to its bitter end. She drank, bright, thrilling pain, as her fingers rocked me, my legs lifting and trembling as she pulled me tight against her. My mouth hung open in a long, breathless moan, neck tightening and straining. My body felt like a bow drawn to its fullest length, stretching as if to hold more and more and more of this tiding pleasure as she worked her fingers against my ...