Ocean's Breath Plateau how long can you hold your breath?

woefully unprepared for his reverence, the ramming-forth that never came, erzulie found she bore a new sort of man within and without. his gasp against her nape spurred her own desire, in a surprisingly intense rush that ran the length of her body and sparkled appealingly in her veins. her body responded to the thrum of his own; erzulie found her own breathing ragged, a gentle pair of moans driven from her throat.
the hot rush of him; his cry; the harlot shut tight her eyes and panted with half-stirred flesh beneath the man called vishal, wanting more of what he had given and yet twisted with something like revulsion within herself. had she ever enjoyed a male? she could not recall; what a foreign feeling. still, she remained soft in his arms, affable; a jezebel knew which path to walk, always.