A long loud moan and the curling of her toes signaled the entrance of a second finger into her body. Her whole body was tense, like a coiled spring, filled with potential energy, just awaiting the chance to release it, and the moment for Mohini was not far off. Hearing her fellow captive and her captor engage in their lustful endeavors, her own captor’s mouth on her far too sensitive breast, his fingers… oh goddess his fingers… that splayed her open and tormented her so deliciously; all together they were simply too much for her. Mohini was already on the edge, knowing she was going to reach her peak when his other hand moved beneath her, stroking her backside then starting to slip into her rear hole. She had never experienced anything like that before, and she gasped in surprise when the tip of his finger slipped inside. It was slightly uncomfortable, but also quite pleasant, and it was just the thing to complete her pleasure.<br/><br/>Mohini felt her pleasure growing, and not seconds after that finger slid into her backside she knew there was no holding back, one might have held back the rising of the sun or the tide. She lowered her mouth to his shoulder. Pressing it against him to help muffle the cries of sheer pleasure his fingers orchestrated from her body. For her part she ground down hard on those hands that played her, her own clinging tightly to the hair it held on the back of his head, pulling his mouth to her bosom, as if trying to force it all into his skilled mouth, or smother him with her breast. Her body shivered, shuddered and her cries slowed while her fingers unclenched while she tried to catch her breath, of course, allowing her to regain her breath depended greatly on if he would try and coax another orgasm from her or let her recover from this one.<br/>