"Ohhh... ah-hnnn! Ooh! Oh yes! Aaaaaah!" The sequence of vowels spilled forth like overflowing water, a ceaseless stream of sonic proof that she was indeed in her element, a creature made purely for friction. "Ooh... oh! Deep... oh! The wetness... oh god, so wet... ah!" As the friction mounted, the man's length beginning to grind against both her vaginal entrance and her taut anal rim, Jane let out a series of choked, breathless cries that sounded like she was drowning in her own pleasure. "Ooh-ah! Oh! Oh yes! Feel that grinding? Ooh! It's so deep, so utterly deep!" Her hips began to move in a hypnotic, circular sawing motion, trying to blend the sensations into one swirling vortex of bliss. Her arms hung uselessly at her sides, fingers splayed and digging tiny holes into the dirt beneath her, her expression softening until it looked almost sad, a ghost of her former self looking out from a woman consumed. "Aaaah! Oh! Oh... ohhh! Does my ass look tight? Ooh, I hope it looks good! Does my pussy look swollen enough? Ooh, look at the veins popping out there, running all the way to my knees!" Tears leaked from the corners of her eyes, tracking down her flushed cheeks and disappearing into her collar, evidence of the tears of joy she was forced to manufacture. "Oh... oh! Aaaah! So hot! So tight! Oh god, it's almost too much! Ooh! Hold me! Squeeze me!" Her voice cracked on the last syllable, shattering into a perfect cascade of nonsense that rang true only because it came from a heart beating solely for the rhythm beneath her. "Ooh... ohhh... ah... yes! Just yes! Ooh-ah-ooh! Oh god, oh god, ohhh..."
