When those few minutes passed, and the proverbial dust settled, Anathema's expression did not outright suggest that she was conscious. Her eyes were open, but blank, and a thin stream of drool was oozing from her lip, trickling between her already well-lubricated tits. Her breathing had managed to slow from a rapid, rabbit-like pant to gasps so slow and far between she may have been in a coma.<br/><br/>Finally, after another minute or so, Ana twitched, just slightly, her eyes swiveling and coming into vague focus, settling on Chloe's. Her lips then cracked open, spreading into a slow, adoring smile, tiny spasms starting to ripple through her as her own body took stock of what had occurred not so long ago. Registered the thick, though softening rods still buried in her, the beautiful figure on either side of her, and the immense amounts of thick fluid that was filling her backside. Ana's own cock lay wetly against Chloe's belly, twitching occasionally and dripping out small amounts of sexual ooze, more a viscous excretion than anything else.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>