"Hrmmmm...." is the only response Trish can give her "tormenter" at this point, as her hands weakly grab hold of the lapels of the woman's jacket. As much as she might hate herself for it later, she<em>is</em>enjoying this... so much so that she's practically pressing her chest tighter against the woman, her lips working uselessly against Inoue's shoulders as she continues to bounce up and down on the twin dildos. It just feels so<em>full</em>and<em>tight...</em>and the more her body reacts, the more the two shafts grind against each other through the walls of her sex and ass...<br/><br/>Eventually, the combine stimulation reaches an overwhelming point, and the runner's gasps start to get much, much louder...  until finally, she cries out in pure adulation.<br/><br/>"OH GODS! nnnYES!"<br/><br/>She relinquishes her grip on the woman's jacket for the briefest of moments... only wrap around the woman's shoulders, clinging against her "mistress" for dear life as a<em>monster</em>orgasm wracks her body, sending a small flood of her own hot, musky girl-cum dribbling down the woman's strap-on and legs, creating a puddle beneath them on the office floor...