Bette smiled wickedly as Tina shrieked in ecstasy as well as utter shock. "F-u-u," Tina attempted to vocalize but the pressure inside was too strong, too much for her to form any logical words aside from involuntary grunts.

Bette thrusted her fingers into Tina swiftly, pulling them back out slowly and continuously repeating. The wicked grin never left her face; she knew she was driving Tina over the edge. Bette untangled her hand from Tina’s hair.  She curled her fingers slightly and dragged her nails down Tina’s front, as they reached Tina’s bra, her fingers roughly pulled down some of the fabric as they made their way to her stomach. Tina let out a muted moan as the top of the bra snapped back into place as Bette’s fingers left the fabric.  Bette’s nails continued their journey, leaving red trails behind them.  She finally reached her destination. Bette soaked her finger in Tina’s wetness and then took her middle finger and began stroking Tina’s clit in small circles.

Tina felt like she was physically going to combust. The pressure built up inside of her so suddenly that her body’s core began to tremble. She couldn’t think of anything except begging Bette for a release but even at that, she couldn’t speak. She was an immobile doll at Bette’s disposal, she could not fight, could not speak. Bette was going to have her way and all she could do was hold on to the brunette’s outer hips as best as her natural strength would allow her to.  Her body became more and more sensitive with each new stimulation her lover presented her with. Knowing full well what was taking place, she could not vocalize her feelings of absolute ecstasy; it took all of her focus and energy to remember how to breathe.

Bette removed her finger from Tina’s clit and took the center of her panties in a fist. Tina got enough strength to look up at Bette, wide-eyed. "Wha? Bette? What? Are? You?"

Bette used her superior strength and suddenly pulled on Tina’s panties, fast and hard causing them to tear from both sides.  Tina gathered a new-found energy causing her to shriek uncontrollably. Her body rose off the couch, causing Bette to lose her balance. As they fell off the couch, Bette’s back hit the side of the coffee table before landing flat on the soft carpet, causing it to shift sideways. Tina fell face-down on Bette, still connected together by Bette’s rhythmic fingers, now pumping into Tina fast and with more aggression. Bette could feel Tina’s walls constrict around her fingers as she continued to thrust her fingers into her cunt. Bette curled her fingers slightly and began grazing over Tina’s G-spot as she would pull her fingers out in rhythm.