The Sentinels you have no one to blame but yourself [M]

It was though she was holding her breath; when the man had begun his act she let out a long sigh. Her voice became breathy- her occasional moans were soft and sweet, nothing from the pale girl sounded heavy, she seemed light and airy, her body soaring. She moved often, but not of unpleasant discomfort. She murmured something, although unclear what, longing for the sensation to last but yearned to discover it's end.