Then she stood to the side of him and reached her hand to his crotch, which was now covered only by rags. She had done what she had come to do. There was nothing, absolutely nothing he could do about it. She left her hand where it was, and slowly stroked the backs of her fingers over his belly. She cut slowly and gripped his leg tightly with her other hand. She left her hand where it was, and slowly stroked the backs of her fingers over his belly. She had done what she had come to do. She tilted the plate to a vertical position. She grabbed his calf with both hands and dug her nails into the calf muscle. Did he really have to come in her mouth for it to happen? To no avail. Grew, and became even more powerful and wider. His chin was now clearly visible. The pain probably bothered her more than it did him. She firmly expected another headbutt and carefully kept out of reach. The pain probably bothered her more than it did him.
