As a pair they continued to meet on and on. Kasmina herself was lost in sensations. Where their bodies met there was nothing but pleasantries, from lips lightly reddened by constant contact, to the peaks of her breasts rubbing against his chest, her arms over his shoulders her legs around his back. All of it was a rush, a wash, and outwardly delightful. But then there was a moment, one in which it seemed like their bodies could get no closer, when Sorin reached his absolute limit within her and their bodies met face to face, chest to chest, and interlocked at the loins. There was something more to this, as it seemed that they were meant to be this way, as both ends were found simultaneously and the depth reached inside her could be no further. She felt him brush against the bottom of her and it brought a sigh from her parted lips. She hadn't the words to express this feeling but it was supreme.