Anathema did not reply. She was not capable of reply, her mind was too far gone. Words no longer made sense, concepts like decency and modesty no longer had meaning. Here she was, bouncing like a fuck-puppet with a pair of cocks hilted in her backside, tits jiggling like full sacks of milk and drool streaming from her lips, dripping between her breasts and even onto her rock-hard cock. Only one thing had meaning, one word from Chloe's lips, and it was all she needed to hear.<br/><br/><i>"Cum."</i><br/><br/>With a hoarse roar, her voice strangled from Chloe's hand still around her throat, Ana erupted. Her ass -- which she had thought was stretched beyond the capacity for such things -- clamped down like a rubber band, squeezing both of those marvelous fuckrods together and treating them to a cataclysm of internal muscular action. Her insides shook, rolled and twitched like an ocean in a storm, massaging and groping her two invaders.<br/><br/>But that was secondary, in its way. The star of the show was Ana's own rod, twitching and throbbing as the girl's body entered a nearly epileptic state of spasms and thrashing. The hot, sizzling bolts of spunk that finally did erupt from it were uncontrolled, firing wildly... while she DID manage to get a good deal of the stuff latticed across her own face, she managed to get a lot of it everywhere else too. Her breasts, for example, were now coated with the stuff, and due to her close proximity to the event, Chloe also recieved the brunt of the burst, long ropes of Ana's wild spunk rocketing towards her face.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>