Explosive color burst inside of me, in my vision, and I was vaguely aware of my own mess of arousal slipping down my thighs, slicking Con's hips in their rocking. I clutched at Antin's wrists as he pinched and plucked my nipples, long pulses of heady pleasure meeting the bone-rattling shock of Con's driving thrusts. "You are exquisite," Antin praised in my ear. "Our pretty gift. See how unruly you make him."
