My body is on fire, my only conscious thought is my need to get off as violently as possible. Anton watches my face. I come. Hard. So hard, as the guys work every erogenous zone and hit me with an orgasm so hard it’s less a wave than a wall, practically knocking me out as white-hot pleasure radiates from my pussy outwards, coursing through my bloodstream and setting my nerve endings on fire, so I’m conscious of little else except his eyes on me and this brick wall of sensation. I’m gasping, and crying out, and full-on convulsing on the table as my nails scrape against its smooth surface and my
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