Trapped under Issi, with her breath driven from her by the Camarian herm's thrusts, and her mind still addled by pheromones, Ianthe could do little else but blush fiercely in response to Neymi's over-the-radio admonition. She pushed herself off the floor, back onto all fours rather than pressing herself against Toi quite so aggressively -- but whimpered as another hard thrust from Issi rocked her body. She looked down into Toi's eyes pleadingly even as her treacherous body continued to grind back against Issi's pounding, and the slick sheath of her pussy contracted around the Camarian's cock.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>