Ianthe's breathless whimpering gave way to pitched shrieks as she reached her peak; whether from Issi's climax or the goo creature's excretions or from Toi responding to her kisses, she came abruptly, her lean body tensing and shuddering and her mind blanking with bliss. She sagged underneath the Camarian herm, her arms refusing to support her, and only after a long few moments spent catching her breath started to belatedly register the sheer quantity of cum leaking from her, never mind Neymi's scolding over the comms.<span style="color: teal">"Fuck,"</span>she groaned softly, and reached back to slap weakly at Issi with one hand.<span style="color: teal">"Get off me. Toi, sorry -- help?"</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>